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- Dear Marcail
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An hour or so after lunch, with nearly everyone present, news came that there had been a small fire at the hotel. The Montgomery doctors didnt hesitate a moment before going to assist. Alex gave Marcail his usual kiss on the corner of her mouth and went out with the others. Quinn also went along to help.
Susan took her four children home so that Stuart, her youngest, could get a nap. All were coming back for supper, so the children and women settled in various parts of the house for play or talk.
For the next two hours Marcail was in Helens bedroom with Judith, Amber, and Hannah. Marcail loved the way they included her and would have sat all day, but Jess and Cole began to argue in the living room. When Judith arose, Marcail asked if she could go instead. Judith was more than happy to allow her, and within minutes Marcail had solved the argument by taking both boys outside for a game of catch.
Marcail held her own very nicely with her nephews. Jess had a good arm, and Marcails hands stung on some of his harder throws. Jess was putting his all into one throw when Cole said something to Marcail and distracted her. The ball, hard as a rock, hit her on the side of the head.
Marcails hand came to her temple and both boys froze. Marcails eyes slid shut, knowing that any second her head would begin to throb. A few seconds passed, and Marcail opened her eyes. The boys had come up without her hearing, and Marcail tried to smile.
Im sorry, Jess said softly.
Me too, Cole added.
She reached and hugged the boys, not wanting them to know how much her head hurt.
Lets sit on the porch and talk awhile, shall we?
Both boys nodded with relief, thinking their aunt was fine. It was wonderful to sit down, and Marcail was able to keep her pain private. Not knowing whether she was hurt badly or not, Marcail saw no need in alarming the family and upsetting these sweet little boys.
The three were still on the front porch when the men came back from town. Marcail, feeling a little disoriented, didnt notice them until the boys became very still.
Quinn and Samuel went into the house after saying hello, but both Skip and Alex stopped to talk with the three on the porch. Skip immediately noticed the guilty looks on his sons faces. Alex wondered at Marcails strained smile, but thought hed have to wait until they were alone to find out the cause.
Whats up, boys? Skip spoke gently to his young sons.
It was my fault, Cole began.
But I was the one who hit her, Jess finished for him.
Skip said nothing for a moment. You hit Aunt Marcail with the ball? he guessed, since the offending object was still in Jesss hand. Alexs and Skips eyes swung to Marcail simultaneously.