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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
As she moved toward the schoolhouse, Marcail skirted the sloppy areas of the road where the snow had melted into giant puddles. She prayed that her class would arrive as Alex predicted. Questions ran through her mind about what she would do if the children didnt show, but she prayed and gave her worry to God every time it reared its ugly head.
The stove was a bit stubborn, but Marcail was determined to ward off the chill in the air. The logs had finally lit when Alex walked in and joined her by the stove. Marcail felt herself blushing, although she didnt know why.
Good morning. Alexs voice had that distinct early morning growl.
Good morning.
Do you always come to school this early? he asked his new wife.
Only on Mondays. The stove hasnt been lit all weekend, and I usually need a little more time.
It didnt look as though you had any breakfast or even coffee. Were you afraid of waking me?
Marcail looked uncomfortable. Ill be all right, and I have some bread for lunch.
Maybe we should sit down tonight and compare schedules. I like to get up early, and I never intended for you to walk all this way in the mud.
Please dont feel like you need to give me a ride, Alex. I really didnt mind the walk.
Alex didnt reply right away. Ill see you this afternoon. Have a good time with the kids today.
With that, Alex cupped Marcails jaw in his long-fingered hand and placed a kiss on the tiny mole that sat at the corner of her mouth. He had kissed her the same way moments after theyd been pronounced husband and wife.
Alex didnt look back as he left or hed have found his wife watching him, her lower lip tucked neatly between her teeth, and her finger on the spot hed just kissed.
It took most of the day for Marcail to really believe that her marriage had brought her students back to school. Her classroom was full, and other than a slight change in Sydneys disposition, things were as usual.
She told the children her new name and wrote it on the blackboard. Except for Sydney, very few children made mistakes with her new name as the day progressed. Marcail knew he wasnt even trying to call her by her married name.
It had never occurred to Marcail that the 11-year-olds infatuation with her would cause him to experience such violent jealousy, but it became suddenly evident with the way he grew angry when she gave special attention to any of the other boys. Now that she had married, he was becoming impossible.
Marcail was filled with compassion for the way he felt, but she knew she had to redevelop the respect theyd shared in weeks past. She decided to give him a few more days before she took him aside to insist that he call her Mrs. Montgomery.