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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Alex and Marcail fell back into their routine on Tuesday as though theyd never been away. There were letters waiting for Marcail when she checked her mail after school, but she could tell that theyd been written before her family received the news of her marriage.
After school on Tuesday, she told Alex she would see herself home. She wanted to go directly to Vespermans and check to see if Alexs gift had arrived. It had, and she went away with a huge smile on her face and plans for the next day.
Marcail was up early on Wednesday morning. She moved quietly as she made fresh biscuits, scrambled eggs, and fried some of the bacon Alex had received from a patient just the day before. It didnt take long for the aromas from the kitchen to draw Alex from his bed. When the door opened, Marcail was standing by his chair, guarding a lumpy, wrapped parcel which sat next to his plate. She looked hesitant, and when she spoke she twisted her hands nervously before her.
Happy birthday, Alex, Marcail said in a rush. We have a tradition in the Donovan household of putting our birthday gifts next to our plates at supper. I realize Im a few meals early, but I was rather excited about your gift and wanted you to have it now.
Marcail was thrilled over her plan when Alexs face broke into a broad smile. She stood back so he could sit down and then sat herself, watching with spellbound attention as he unwrapped his gift.
Alex was so surprised over the satchel he was speechless. It was the finest hed ever seen. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask Marcail how she could have afforded such a gift on the little he brought home when he remembered she was a paid teacher.
Suddenly Alex realized how well they had been eating since Marcail moved in; not just her cooking, but the food itself. Cookies with peanuts in them, more meat than usual, and muffins and other baked goods were just the start. Alex also realized in that instant that hed never even mentioned their finances or offered her a dime of money.
If youre not pleased, Alex, we can order something else. Marcails soft, unsure voice cut into his thoughts, and Alex realized shed misunderstood his silence. He immediately rose and came to stand next to her. He bent low, kissed her cheek, and then hunkered down before her.
Its a wonderful bag, and I wouldnt trade it for any other. But I have to admit, Id forgotten about your salary.
Marcail looked very confused, and then her face cleared. Well, I did have to take some money from our savings account, but Mr. Flynn increased my salary because Im not living in the house by the school. I wanted this to be special, and I know it will last you for years to come, and