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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Where are you going? Allie asked, her eyes begging Marcail not to leave.
Dr. Montgomery and I were married an hour ago. When he saw how impossible it was for me here, he offered his hand. Hell be here any minute to take me . . . Marcail hesitated, home.
Allie burst into tears all over again, and nothing Marcail could say would comfort her.
This isnt what you want, Marcail, Allie wailed. That old hag on the hill has forced you into this, and I know youll just be miserable.
Im all right, Allie, really, Marcail tried to assure her. After a few moments the older girl calmed down enough to listen.
Alex has been very kind, Allie, and I agreed to marry him. No one is forcing me. Im sure its going to be a little strange at first, but Im trusting God to take care of me and the marriage.
Allie nodded, the misery on her face receding. Although she didnt agree with Marcails belief that Jesus Christ was God, she admired her for her faith and stamina. The young women continued to talk for a few minutes, and when Allie saw that Marcail was really all right, she said she had to be going. They planned to talk again soon, and the new Mrs. Montgomery saw her friend to the door.
Marcail, thinking Allie was alone, was surprised to find Seth Porter outside in the cold, waiting in a small buggy. He didnt seem put out; his warm smile and wave were genuine. He jumped easily to the ground to assist Allie with tender care into the small seat. As they drove away, Seths arm around Allie, Marcail couldnt help but envy the obvious love between them.
Alex walked out of the barn with Kelsey, wishing, not for the first time, that he owned a buggy. He had a feeling that Marcail would never complain, but he certainly wished he didnt have to take his bride home on the front of his horse.
As it turned out, Alex found himself wishing Marcail would complain, or at least say something. She was totally silent on the ride to the house. He hadnt expected her to share her life story the first evening, but her silence concerned him.
The reason didnt really occur to him until he saw her into the house. Then he noticed that she looked everywhere but the bedroom. He thought to bring up the subject of their sleeping arrangements after supper, but since his wife was obviously scared to death, he knew hed have to mention it as soon as he got in from the barn.
Marcails view of Alexs house was vastly different this timeshe knew it was now her home. Standing in the opening between the kitchen area and the living room, she looked her fill. Nothing had changed except herself.