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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Alexs hand came out and brushed back the locks that had fallen over her left shoulder. Marcail, Alex continued, why do you wear your hair up if it hurts you?
Marcail was surprised he didnt know the answer. Its part of my contract with the school, Marcail explained softly. I must wear my hair up at all times.
Alex was stunned. What a bizarre rule, he thought incredulously. The next instant he realized why she always wore such dark clothing.
Your dresses, I should say the dark color of your dressesare they a part of the contract too?
Marcail nodded, and Alex could only look at her. He asked himself just how badly he wanted to take on the Willits school board.
If youre thinking of going to Mr. Flynn, please dont. Marcail had accurately read his mind. Ive learned to live with the situation, and I knew the terms of the contract before I signed it.
So before you taught here, you would normally wear your hair up, and just live with the pain? Alex just barely managed to keep the speculation from his voice.
No, not exactly. I seldom had occasion to wear my hair up, and when I would get a headache, I didnt relate it to my hairstyle. Such a thing never occurred to me until I moved here.
So you didnt actually know it would be a problem?
No, I guess I didnt.
Before we were married, did you go home each day and take your hair down?
Most days, yes. As long as I knew I was home for the day.
Did that help?
Yes. I mean, I would still get a headache, but it would be gone before bed.
It occurred to Alex that they could cut her hair, but the thought made him cringe, and he mentally shook his head no.
You need to come home each day and take your hair down. Lie down if that will help. If you find that still doesnt alleviate the pain, then well have to think of another solution.
Marcail didnt reply. She was again thinking how different he was from her original view of him, and that most of the time she didnt even remember his title of doctor.
Youre looking rather pensive, Alex commented softly. Want to share?
Marcail gave a small shrug. Youre just different than I first thought.
Good different, or bad different?
Good.
Alex nodded, feeling satisfied and thinking absently how lovely she looked in the lantern light. Have you started to feel married yet?
Not yet. I mean, I wrote my family and all, but even after seeing it on paper its still pretty unreal in my heart.
Would it help if I kissed you good night, or would that scare you?
Marcail hesitated.
You can be honest, Alex encouraged her.