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- Dear Marcail
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What she didnt realize was that her pain showed on her face. Her forehead was slightly furrowed, and her eyes told Alex that she was tired, worried, or in some type of pain. He knew he couldnt push her, but he honestly wished she would tell him what was wrong.
Indeed, it was a good thing that Alex didnt push her, because Marcail wouldnt have known what he was talking about. Since she couldnt always take her hair down when she liked, her headaches had become a way of life with her. Had Alex pressed her, shed have lost some of the ease she was beginning to feel around him.
Now, about our schedules, Alex began, and they sat for over an hour comparing times and preferences for the weeks to come.
Alexs schedule was much more flexible, so he told Marcail he would be taking her to school and bringing her home each day, at least until the roads dried out.
They found that they both liked to go to bed at the same time and, with the exception of Saturday morning, got up within a half hour of each other. Marcail brought up the problem of disturbing Alex if she moved about in the kitchen. His response was a broad smile.
If your banging around means that I get to wake up to a hot cup of coffee, you can bang all you want. At least I dont have to worry about waking you.
Marcail looked uncomfortable. You know about that, do you?
Um hm. In fact, you scared me a little the night of the snowstorm. I kept checking your breathing to see if you were still with me.
I sleep very soundly, Marcail explained unnecessarily.
That, my sweet Marcail, Alex told her with a chuckle, is a gross understatement.
Marcail couldnt help but smile in return. My brother loves telling people how soundly Katie and I sleep. His favorite story is about the time he held me by my feet one night, my head nearly brushing the floor, and I slept through the whole thing.
I can believe it. When I carried you to bed that night, I thought you would wake the moment I placed you against those cool sheets, but you only curled into a ball and slept the night away.
A faint blush began to cover Marcails cheeks, and Alexs eyes sparkled impishly. I have a sister who blushes as easily as you do, and I think Id better warn you, my brothers and I tease the life out of her just to see it happen.
Alex shouted with laughter when Marcails face became even redder. He watched as she bit her lip and sobered instantly.
What does that worried look mean?
Ive just never thought about meeting your family. I mean, I didnt realize you had a family. Marcail realized how silly that sounded as soon as she said it, but as she was coming to expect, Alex was amused.