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The family had a bit of a surprise for Alex and Marcail when supper was over. They all gathered in Samuel and Helens bedroom so each family could present them with a gift for their home. Marcail was so surprised she wasnt sure what to say. Samuel and Helen gave them six teacups with hand-painted flowers and matching saucers. A large mixing bowl came from Skip and his family. Jeremy and Susan presented them with embroidered pillow slips. Quinn and Hannah gave them ornate candlesticks and tall, tapered candles.
After the gifts were opened Marcail and Alex thanked everyone with grateful warmth. Marcail did so because the family had made her feel so accepted, and Alex because hed so wanted his wife to see his family for the warm, generous people they were.
The celebration over, the children were served dessert and then stayed in Grandmas room for a story. The adults, all but Helen and Samuel, headed toward the large dining room table for pie and coffee.
As the family became acquainted with Marcail, and she with them, the dialogue took many twists and turns. Marcail was on her second cup of coffee when the conversation turned to a family, new to the area, that Quinn and Hannah were counseling. Alex asked how things were going, and Marcail had the distinct impression that the marriage was in trouble.
How many kids do they have, Quinn? Sue wanted to know.
Four. All under the age of six.
I spend a lot of time praying for those kids, Hannah interjected, since their folks fight whenever the two of them are in the same room.
It seems they dont even like each other, Quinns voice was sad on this note.
Marcail, having just taken a sip of coffee, spoke without thought. They must like each other a little if they have four kids.
The table grew abruptly quiet. Marcail, eyes still on her clean pie plate, became very still. She raised her head slowly to find every adult at the table grinning at her.
Marcail felt the blush begin on her chest and work its way upward to her throat and face. The smiles around the table grew wider, and before Marcail could guess what was about to happen, Skip grabbed the lantern and held it close to her face.
Would you look at that face, he nearly whispered. Lit up like a house-afire.
Marcails face was so hot she thought it would flame. Turning her gaze to Alex, she found his look to be compassionate, but it also told her there was nothing he could do.
Well, if there were any doubts in our minds about why Alex married Marcail, and there werent, Quinn spoke now, theyre all put to rest. Montgomery men love a girl who blushes.