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Alex was so surprised by the question that he didnt answer for a moment. He realized then that no one in Willits ever asked him that question. Linette had been burdened with a weak stomach and never wanted to talk about his work. His parents checked with him on a regular basis and nearly picked his brain dry when he went home, but that was only a few times a year. Alex suddenly recognized that hed been lonely before Marcail, and that hed missed someone taking a personal interest in his work.
Things were fine. Saturday mornings are usually pretty hectic, but today was quiet. I was able to restock my bag, so if Im called out, Ill be all set. Oh, Alex said abruptly, I made some lotion for one of my patients who suffers with dry skin. I added some fragrance after filling her bottle and brought you some.
Alex went to where his coat hung by the door and returned to hand Marcail a glass bottle filled with a thick yellow fluid. Marcail pulled the cork and inhaled the fragrance. It smelled like summer flowers, and she smiled as she held the bottle beneath her nose.
Alex watched as she rubbed a small amount on her arm. That she was more than pleased with the gift gave him tremendous satisfaction. Acting as though hed given her a diamond instead of a small bottle of perfumed lotion, Marcail thanked him in her soft voice.
In that instant Alex wondered what type of home shed grown up in, where she had obtained such an appreciation for small things. His thoughts made him realize, not for the first time, how little he knew about his wife.
twenty-eight
The rest of Saturday flew by in a buzz of activities. Alex was not called away, so he chopped wood and worked in the barn. Marcail finished the baking and worked on her school lessons for the following week. At one point Alex came in to find Marcail standing on a chair, putting dishes away.
Before she could take another breath, he was taking the dishes back down, and telling her he was going to lower the shelf. Marcail tried to explain that she didnt mind using the chair, but he had become a man with a mission and didnt even answer her. When she saw how determined he was, she worked with him for a time, but as he began to pull the shelf from the wall, nails creaking and dust flying, she moved into the living room to get out of his way.
By the time Marcail was ready to start supper preparation, the shelf and dishes were back in place, and she went to work on the evening meal. Alex washed up and helped her. In no time at all, they had put a filling meal on the table.