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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
As swiftly as the laughter had come, it subsided. Marcail found Alexs mouth so close to her own she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. Alex hesitated a mere heartbeat before his lips touched down on hers.
It was the first time hed kissed her squarely on the mouth, and it wasnt a brief kiss. In fact, Alex held Marcail tenderly and kissed her for several minutes. But he also succeeded in holding his emotions in check, causing her to feel cherished, not frightened.
Back at the quilts, both Jess and Cole asked if they could go find Uncle Alex and Aunt Marcail. Their father said no, and when asked why, he told them that someday they would understand.
thirty-nine
After the gifts were opened and the cake eaten, Alexs family hugged Alex and Marcail goodbye, telling them to come again soon. The day had been a wonderful celebration, but Marcail found it lovely to have a quiet supper with just Samuel and Helen. Since they would see only Samuel in the morning, they said their goodbyes to Helen before bed.
Marcail and Helen both felt as though they were losing a newfound friend.
Ill write you, Helen assured her.
And Ill write back.
In His time, the Lord will bring us together again, the older woman assured her softly.
Marcail nodded, her throat closing with emotion. She knew she must be tired. It felt wonderful to climb into bed some minutes later. For the first time, Marcail wished that Alex had come to bed at the same time. She fell asleep thinking about the way his arms had felt as they held her close.
The next morning Samuel drove Alex and Marcail to the train station in his small buggy. He lingered while the train pulled away, and Marcail waved until the train rounded a curve and took them out of sight. She settled back in her seat for the long ride and felt Alexs eyes on her.
Your family is wonderful, she said with sincerity.
I think so. They were quite taken with you.
The feeling is mutual.
Id like to get to know your family someday soon, Alex said, thinking of his fathers words.
Ive thought about that. Maybe we could go to Santa Rosa when school lets out.
Alex nodded, wishing he could think of some way for it to be sooner, but no ideas came to mind. Well plan on it, he promised her.
They were fairly quiet on the way back to Willits, both thinking of the work awaiting them. Alexs mind wandered to two patients who were expecting, and Marcails mind dwelt on Sydney. She prayed that he would come to understand how important he was to God, knowing that only God could change him.