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- About the Author
The day flew by as Marcail knew it would, and just as she was dismissing the children, Alex came in the door. Most of her students greeted him cordially and by name. Marcail was amazed at how accepting they all seemed of the situation.
I came by to give you a ride home, Alex offered. He knew he was staring, but Marcail appeared as fresh to him as she had been that morning, and he knew shed just taught 19 children for seven hours.
I appreciate the offer, but I was planning to walk into town. There are a number of things Ithat is, weneed. It felt a little funny to be discussing this with Alex, but Marcail knew she was going to have to get used to it, and he didnt seem to notice her slip.
All right, Alex agreed. Ill walk with you, but then I need to return to the office. When you are finished, come by.
Marcail agreed and after gathering her things, preceded Alex out the door. They didnt talk much on the way into town, and Alex touched her arm by way of farewell when he left her at the door of the bank.
Marcail had to stand in line at the tellers window. She couldnt see around the tall man in front of her, but as soon as he moved, she was surprised to see that no one was there to help her. She waited only a moment before Mr. Flynn himself came from the rear of the bank.
How are you, Mrs. Montgomery? He hesitated over the name, but his eyes sought hers, begging her to understand his position.
Im doing very well, Mr. Flynn, Marcail told him graciously, even though she disagreed with the way he had handled things. She could see that her words lifted a burden of guilt from his shoulders, and he told her he would handle her transaction himself.
I need three dollars from my account, Marcail explained. And then Id like you to close my account and move my money into Dr. Montgomerys account. I havent checked with Alex, but is it all right to add my name to his account?
Its fine. Mr. Flynns voice was hoarse, but Marcail didnt notice. For some reason, Marcails request to join her funds to her husbands touched him deeply. His wife had told him she thought Miss Donovan was a very special young woman who deserved to be treated better than she was. Now he was convinced of it himself.
Marcails next stop was Vespermans General Store. She shopped carefully, thinking that she didnt really know Alexs tastes. Figuring she couldnt go wrong with the essentials, Marcail opted for flour, sugar, salt, soda, coffee, rice, and yeast. Her last item was a tin of salted peanuts. She knew it was an extravagance, but Marcail was in the mood to bake and knew these would be good in cookies.