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I dont know, she answered honestly. The situation is terribly overwhelming, Alex, but Im terribly afraid that I could be making the biggest mistake of my life.
Alex reached with a gentle hand and smoothed the hair over Marcails ear. His eyes were loving, as was his voice, when he spoke.
I dont believe this will be a mistake, Marcail. Its true that we dont know each other, but Ive prayed for a long time about another wife. And now you need to either leave town or take a husband. If you choose the latter, Im more than willing to be that man.
It was one of the most precious things Marcail had ever had said to her. A peace settled over her as she looked into the kind eyes of this gentle stranger. Her expression was serene when she nodded her head. Alex took her hand within his own and led her out to stand before the preacher.
twenty-three
Marcail Montgomery stood in the kitchen of the little house next to the school and knew that she would not be back, at least not to live. After leaving Austins, Alex had dropped her off so she could collect her things. Now she was ready and feeling just a bit bewildered over the events of the day. One hour ago she had married a near stranger.
Her mind moved abruptly to her brother, Sean, who had been forced into a marriage with his wife, Charlotte. When Marcail had first heard their story and seen the love that had grown between them, she thought it was the most romantic thing on earth. But in truth, this business of being married to a stranger was rather frightening.
A knock at the door interrupted Marcails tempestuous thoughts. She hadnt heard Alexs horse, and not wanting to see anyone from town, she opened the door tentatively. Allie stood on the porch, her face a mask of pain. Marcail swung the door wide and as soon as it closed, the friends embraced.
Im sorry, Marcail. Im so sorry. Allie was openly sobbing. I feel just awful about last week, but Mama insisted I stay away. Allie sniffed, calmed somewhat, and then went on quietly.
I told her you werent guilty of anything, but she just kept saying I wasnt to have anything to do with you. We had a big fight just now, and I stormed out and came over here. My only regret is that I didnt do it a week ago.
Oh, Allie
Dont say it, Marcail, Allie cut her off. Mama is in the wrong. If weve had a fight, its our own fault not yours.
Marcail felt terrible, but stayed quiet. She watched as Allie suddenly noticed the table where her one bag sat, filled once again with her belongings. The shopping basket that Mr. Vesperman had given her, filled with the few food items shed had on hand, was also on the table.