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Marcail rattled on, but all Alex heard was our savings account. She must have combined their accounts and not mentioned it. It would be easy for his pride to rear its ugly head at this moment, resentful of the fact that his wife probably made more money than he did. In truth he was so touched by her actions that he wasnt the least bit upset. He silently thanked God for the generous wife hed been given. When she was finished explaining, he kissed her again, thanked her, and then proceeded to load the supplies from his old bag into the new one.
Marcail watched him with tremendous satisfaction. Hed looked so hesitant for a moment that she thought he was going to refuse the gift. The gift and good breakfast were a fine start to the day, and when Alex finally left Marcail at the schoolhouse, she had the feeling that the entire day might be very special.
Her thoughts, however, were drastically altered long before noon. Sydney was at his worst, and Marcail had no choice but to keep him inside during the morning recess. He sat at his desk looking miserable, and after Marcail checked on the children outside, she sat down in the seat in front of him.
Whats wrong, Sydney? Arent you glad I came back?
I guess so, but I still dont like you having to be married.
Hed said this to her in the past. She knew it was nothing personal against Alex, but since it was partially his grandmothers responsibility that she was married, she never knew how to answer him. Sydney spoke before she could reply.
I hate my grandmother; I just hate her.
This statement was a first.
Oh, Sydney, Marcail said softly. You might be angry, but I dont think you hate her.
I do. Its all her fault you had to get married and then go see the doctors family.
Marcail hadnt realized Sydney understood Cordelias part in the whole affair. Why do you hate her because I went to Fort Bragg?
Because youre going to love them now and probably move away.
Im not going anywhere, Sydney. Marcail reached out and held his chin in her hand. Dont you know that a teachers love is like a mothers love. It doesnt divide, it multiplies.
Sydney stared at her, and Marcail wondered, not for the first time, what Sydneys parents were like.
If a mother has more than one child, her love is not equally divided between the two, so its 50-50. She loves each one, 100 percent. Its true that God has given me a distinct love for Dr. Montgomerys family, but the special love I feel for you hasnt changed in the least.
It took a moment for Sydney to nod. His face softened.