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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
Now Sydney, weve got to talk about why youre in here and not out playing with your friends. Again the boy nodded, and Marcail went on. No matter what youre feeling, you do not have the right to pull the hair of the person in front of you or to kick the desks of those around you. Do I make myself clear?
Yes, Mrs. Montgomery. It wont happen again.
It was, of course, what he said every time. When, she asked herself on the way back to her desk, was he going to see that changes made on his own were never going to be anything but temporary? The thought plagued her until after lunch, but then something happened that made Marcail nearly forget about her class.
At about 2:00 Marcail was sitting at her desk and listening to the primary form read. Her profile was to the door, but she noticed that someone appeared to be moving around at the back of the schoolhouse. She wanted to give the offending student a chance to sit down without a reprimand, but whoever it was, he was causing the other students to become restless.
Marcail looked resignedly at Sydneys desk, but she was surprised to find him sitting quietly. Her gaze flew to the rear of the room and locked with the loving, concerned eyes of Patrick Donovan.
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Please take your seats, Erin and Kathy, Marcail said to the two little girls at the front of the room. You may join the rest of the class in silent reading at your desks.
After making this announcement, Marcail walked swiftly to the back. She turned at the doorway of the cloakroom for one more check on the children, and then stepped over the threshold straight into her fathers arms. The feel of those strong limbs surrounding her caused tears to threaten.
Hello, honey, Patrick whispered.
Oh, Father, Im so glad to see you.
Well, you didnt have to make up a story about being married to get me to come. His tone was light, but his eyes begged her to tell him it had all been a tale.
Im sorry there was no warning.
Patrick felt as if his worst nightmares had come true. Hed missed so much of Marcails life, and since hed returned to the states, shed become his last chance to share in the joys of courtship and marriage for at least one of his children. Patrick suddenly brought his thoughts up short; now was not the time to go into it. Marcail must have realized this also, since she was the first to speak.
I dismiss the children in about an hour. Id like to introduce you just before they go. Would you mind having a seat in the back?
Not at all, he answered, thinking that after all those hours on the train, it would feel good to sit on a chair that didnt vibrate or rock.