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- Dear Marcail
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He was beginning to wonder how long he would have to wait for an answer when she suddenly turned and asked him when hed come to know the Lord. He didnt really need to answer, because Marcail could tell by his very life that he was set apart. Many people in town attended church, but only a few, Alex included, were obviously sold out for God.
He answered her briefly, and since she shared her own testimony as soon as he was finished, she must have been satisfied. Marcail fell silent and again Alex waited, knowing that she was going to say yes, but obviously still struggling to accept it all.
When were you thinking we would do this? Marcail asked softly, as the immensity of the situation began to weigh upon her.
This afternoon. Alex could see he had shocked her once again.
This afternoon?
Yes. I thought we should go to church together and talk to Pastor Zimler right after the sermon. Word will be out by this evening, and your classroom will be full in the morning.
Your classroom will be full in the morning had been Alexs exact words. Marcail couldnt help but wonder if he didnt feel a little used. She was standing in Dean and Kay Austins bedroom collecting herself to become Mrs. Alexander Montgomery.
The morning had fairly flown by. She and Alex had attended church together, drawing speculative glances from every corner of the building. After the service they immediately approached Pastor Zimler about marrying them. He had seemed quite honored by the request and agreed immediately.
Marcail knew her father, before agreeing to anything, would have questioned them at length, as he did all couples seeking to be wed, but Pastor Zimler didnt seem to have a single reservation. Marcail wondered if he wasnt a little oblivious to all that was happening in his own town.
Dean and Kay Austin must have sensed something was afoot; they stayed at the rear of the church until Alex and Marcail were through with the minister. When Alex saw them and explained their decision, the Austins offered their home for the nuptials.
Its not too late, Marcail, she told herself. If you want, you can walk out there and tell Alex that it wont work. But as soon as the thought of never seeing Alex again formulated, Marcail felt something akin to grief.
Hes giving you a chance to repair the damage thats been done. And you know he must care for you to some degree or he would never have offered. You could leave, but its time to grow up and face this problem! Marcails thoughts continued to run in all directions until someone knocked on the door.
Come in, she called, and watched as Alex slipped into the room and shut the door. He came and stood directly in front of her.
Change your mind? he asked softly.