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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Marcail agreed, and they continued to talk for a while longer. She found out Alexs exact birthday and that he was going to be 31. With her birthday coming in March, it wasnt hard to figure that he was almost exactly 11 years older than she was. Marcail wasnt sure how she felt about that.
A half hour later it was heavenly for Marcail to finally take her hair down and crawl onto the sofa for the night. As she fell asleep with a dull headache, Marcail wondered if she should try to explain to Alex about her hair. As she pictured herself trying to do just that, the image caused her to blush all over again. Marcail told herself she was going to have to suffer through the headaches.
twenty-six
The next day Marcail sent a note home with Erin Vesperman in regard to Alexs birthday present. Marcail prayed that there would be enough time to order the new black leather satchel shed spotted in one of Riggs catalogs when she was home for Christmas. Why shed been looking at the medical supplies, she wasnt sure, but she knew what she wanted and could only hope that Mr. Vesperman dealt with some of the same suppliers as Rigg.
Alex was a little late in claiming Marcail, but she had some work to do at the schoolhouse and didnt miss him. Their evening was much like the previous, with a quiet supper and talk across the table. Again, Marcail went to bed with a dull ache around her forehead, but as always, she slept soundly and woke up refreshed and ready to take on the day.
Alex had made the coffee that morning, and when Marcail was enjoying her second cup, he surprised her with a question.
I dont want to put you on the spot, Marcail, but I was wonderinghow do you feel about Dean and Kay Austin?
I think theyre very nice. Marcail was a little taken aback by such a question.
Alex nodded. The three of us have been meeting for Bible study on Wednesday nights for a long time, and I was wondering if youd be interested.
Alex, Marcail thought she understood, you dont have to ask me. I know you have things you want to do that dont include me.
Thats just itI want to include you. I want you to join us, but I dont want you to feel like you should.
How do the Austins feel about my joining you?
Kay was in yesterday, making sure I planned on bringing you.
Marcail warmed with his words. It had seemed the majority of the town was against her. Then both Mary Vesperman and Cindy White had talked to her in the bank, telling her how much they appreciated her stand. And now knowing that the Austins wanted to include her in their Bible study meant more than Marcail could say.
So youll come? Alex had seen the look of pleasure in her eyes.