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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Did I hear you up last night?
That you did. Sorry we disturbed you.
No problem. I take it you woke Marcail to see if she was all right?
Right. She got hit pretty hard, and I wanted to be sure.
How is she?
If feisty is any indication, shes in perfect health.
Samuel looked confused. Marcail doesnt strike me as the feisty type.
Youve never woken her from a sound sleep. She all but told me if I didnt leave her alone, I could sleep across the hall.
Samuel laughed. With as hard as you tell me she sleeps, Im surprised you could rouse her.
It wasnt easy, but at least it gave me peace of mind. I was going to wake her again before morning, but I slept through.
Im sure shes all right. She was pretty chipper last night until the end of the game, and then through the familys interrogation.
Alex smiled. Have you noticed that when shes comfortable with you, she shows every emotion on her face?
Your mother and I find her as guileless as a child, Samuel commented.
That she is.
You know, Al, Samuel went on, everytime weve talked this weekend, its been about Marcail. Your mother and I both wonder how you are doing.
Im doing just fine, Alex assured his father. Physically Im in good shape, spiritually Im learning to trust God in a brand new way, and emotionally, well, lets just say Im getting there.
Samuel, whod risen to retrieve the coffeepot, patted his son on the shoulder and thanked him for his assurance. If you dont get a chance to talk with your mother alone before you go tomorrow, Ill tell her youre doing well. It will put her mind at ease.
Have the two of you really been worried?
Samuel smiled and then chuckled. Not worried exactly, but try to realize, Al, that weve never seen you this way before. You and Linette were like brother and sister, and you didnt really have a courtship, just a wedding. But now, well now you have this look of delight on your face most of the time. If Marcail is in the room, you cant keep your eyes off her.
Samuel laughed at the dumbfounded look on his sons face. Ive got to get to church early today. If Marcail sleeps late enough, the two of you can breakfast with Mother.
Alex silently watched his dad leave. He realized that if his family could see his love for Marcail, then quite possibly it would be just a matter of time before Marcail could see it herself.
thirty-eight
I can see youre feeling much better, Helen told her daughter-in-law as they breakfasted in her room.
Yes, Marcail said with relief. I feel like Im back to my old self. It was 10:30, and Marcail had just had her bath. She was now having breakfast with Alex and his mother.