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It had started ten minutes earlier while they were still getting ready to go. Alex noticed Marcail was putting up her hair. He questioned her, and the argument ensued.
Marcail, I dont think you should put your hair up for the train ride.
I admit it would be more comfortable down, but I dont really have a choice.
I disagree. If you just put your coat on, and keep your hair inside, it will never be noticed.
Marcail stared at him in amazement.
Or, he continued, you could put your hair up now and take it down as soon as the train leaves town.
I will not take my hair down on the train. Marcails voice was adamant.
Alex figured as much, but at this point he was willing to try anything to save her from a headache, including the risk of angering her.
Well, I will not have you suffering with a headache all day, Alex told her without force. Now I could ask you, and then leave the choice to you, but Im not going to do that. I do not want you to wear your hair up today.
Marcail opened her mouth and closed it again. He had not raised his voice an octave or made her feel at all threatened, but she suddenly knew that every one of Dr. Montgomerys patients took their medicine when they were told. Still, everything inside of Marcail balked at the idea. Her chin rose a notch.
And if I put my hair up anyway?
Ill take the pins out on the ride into town, Alex stated quietly, feeling pain for having to argue with her.
Marcail. Alexs voice had not changed, but this time his words got through to her. I have no desire to start our trip with an argument, nor do I wish to deceive anyone in town, but your headaches concern me. We are leaving town, so no one will be offended.
Alex had thought to have this discussion with her on Wednesday before Bible study. He knew she would want to keep her hair up even though they would be going to and from the Austins after dark. But Alex had been called out, and Marcail had stayed home.
Did you figure Id wear my hair down the entire weekend in Fort Bragg?
Yes, I did. I rather thought youd enjoy the change.
I would enjoy the change, Marcail thought. Im just being stubborn because I dont like being ordered around.
Marcail was on the verge of telling Alex her thoughts when he disappeared into the bedroom, giving her time alone. She stood for a moment in indecision, and then continued with her packing, leaving the pins behind. She figured she would have hours on the train to apologize and explain.
