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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
The rooms silence was shattered as each family member erupted with questions. Alex found himself thanking God that hed found out that morning where his wife had been born. He stayed quiet while the family questioned her and learned quite a bit about where shed grown up. Some 20 minutes later Alex noticed her fatigue but wasnt sure how to get her out of the room without embarrassment. Thankfully his father noticed also.
I think maybe the rest of these questions can wait until tomorrow at Als party.
No one argued, since the next day was Sunday and all had yet to bathe their families. After everyone cleared out, Marcail thought how nice it would be to wash her hair, but she decided she was just too tired to make the effort.
Want me to fix a bath for you? Alex offered sweetly after theyd bid Samuel and Helen good night.
It sounds wonderful, but I dont think I have the energy.
Alex nodded with understanding and silent agreement, thinking she could always bathe in the morning. He didnt mention that she could sleep late if she needed to, and probably would if he woke her in the night like he planned to do. It would be nice to see Pastor Cook and introduce her to his church family, but Marcails health was more important.
As he waited in the hall, he realized his wife had admitted to him that she was tired. For her to admit even that spoke of how far theyd come in a few weeks. The fear was diminishing, and as Alex waited for his wife to ready for bed, he praised God for that.
thirty-seven
Its dark outside, Alex! What time is it? Marcail asked with sleepy dismay when her eyes finally adjusted to the light of the lantern.
A little after midnight, I think.
Why did you wake me?
Because I dont take chances with head injuries, he said as he pulled her into a sitting position on the side of the bed. It had been a chore to wake her from her nap the day before, but he found it nearly impossible in the middle of the night. Then he remembered the cool washcloth hed used on her face earlier. It did the trick.
I still dont understand why you woke me, Marcail scowled, swaying just a bit on the edge of the bed.
Alex put a hand out to steady her and explained, People who get hit in the head as hard as you did have a tendency to go to sleep and not wake up. And since Id like to do everything I can to have you around as long as the Lord wills, I woke you.
Marcails brow lowered, and her tone was grumpy, If Id known what kind of a noisy roommate you were going to be, Id have sent you across the hall on the first night!