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Pastor Zimler has only been there for about three years, Alex explained. Dick Peik, the man in the pulpit before him, was a man of God. Both on Sunday and Wednesday nights, he taught us how to know God and glorify Him in our lives. He was only in Willits for 18 months, but his effect can still be felt.
That encourages me, Alex, Marcail said, soft determination in her voice. God has not turned His back on Willits. Since I believe Hes put me there and given me a love for the people, I also believe He will use me to further the news that His Son is the Light in this world.
Both Alex and Helen were so moved by Marcails obvious burden that no one spoke for a time. Breakfast was finished in silence, each wrapped momentarily in his own thoughts.
You mean, you dont include your mother in your birthday lunch?
It was her idea that we go to the beach, Alex defended himself. She will be included in the gift-opening, which is always in her room. Honestly, Marcail, she doesnt feel excluded.
Marcails fierce look softened. Shed quite simply fallen in love with her mother-in-law, and the emotions she felt were making her very protective.
The day was unseasonably warm, and Marcail had to admit that it was perfect for the beach. The cool temperatures from the day before had not kept her from enjoying herself when she went with Alex, but it was going to be nice to leave her coat behind.
Everyone brought quilts to sit on and food to eat. It looked like a feast to Marcail. Meat sandwiches, bread and butter, apples and cheese were passed to all waiting hands. Cups of water were dispersed to quench everyones thirst.
After Jeremy said grace the talk was light and fun, and for some reason, Alexs family was bent on teasing him. It went on for some time before Skip accused Alex of killing off more patients than he cured. There were a few teaspoons of water left in Alexs cup, and without warning he tossed the contents at his oldest brother.
Skip ducked, and Marcail got it right in the face. There were cries of outrage from the women and laughter from the men, including Alex.
Im sorry, Marcail, he chuckled. I was aiming for Skip.
Marcail was silent as Alex passed her his handkerchief. She wiped her face and then without taking her eyes from her husband, she sat swirling the water in her own cup, one that had just been filled.
Now, Marcail, Alex began placatingly, immediately seeing her intent. You have to admit it was an accident. I meant it for Skip, and it was only a few drops.
When all she did was grin mischievously, Alex resorted to a threat.
Ill get you back if you do it, Marc.
What will you do?