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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
You must think that doctors crawl out from beneath rocks.
His words brought such a hysterical image to mind that a small laugh escaped Marcail before she could muffle it.
So you think thats funny? Alex tried to look indignant.
Marcail shook her head, but her eyes were brimming with laughter, and Alex would have been a fool to believe her.
Well, you can laugh now, but I can tell you theyll show no mercy the first time they see those rosy cheeks.
Alex watched as Marcail suddenly grew very serious. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask what hed said wrong when she spoke.
Will they like me, Alex? I mean, your family. Will they be disappointed that youve married someone they dont know?
No. Alexs voice was now as serious as hers. Theyll love you the first time you meet. Its true that theyre all a big bunch of jokers, but their hearts are warm and caring. Youll be taken into their hearts and lives as though youd been there all along.
Marcail nodded, wanting so much to believe him, but still feeling uncertain. How big is your family?
Im the youngest of five. I have two brothers and two sisters. Theyre all married with children. My oldest sister and I are the only ones who live away from our hometown.
And your folksare they still living?
Yes, my father has been a doctor in Fort Bragg for years.
Fort Bragg? Thats out on the coast, isnt it?
Right. I think youll like it when we get there. We have to take the logging train when we go, but once there, its a great little place.
Are we going soon? Marcail asked tentatively, thinking it sounded like they were leaving in the morning.
About ten days, Alex said with a wide-eyed look, realizing how presumptuous hed been. I always go home the weekend before my birthday. I just assumed you would go with me. Im sorry I didnt check with you.
Dont apologize. Id like to meet your family; that is, if they really wont mind our being married and
Alex shook his head, and Marcail stopped.
Its a long ride on the train, Marcail. I was wondering if you would have a problem with my asking Stan Flynn if you could have two days off?
Marcail looked surprised, but didnt deny his request.
I thought we would leave first thing Friday morning. That puts us in Fort Bragg in the afternoon, and I thought wed come home on Monday.
I dont have a problem with it. It would be a nice break, but I dont know how Mr. Flynn will feel. Marcail sounded as dubious as she felt.
Ill talk to him. He knows he can be honest with me. Since I know he feels partly responsible for our being married, I somehow doubt he would deny us a little time away.