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Patrick sat in a small wooden chair at the rear, and Marcail returned to the front.
All eyes forward, please, she commanded softly. The children were swift to obey.
You may put your readers away until tomorrow. Right now were going to take a little time to look at our map of California. Marcail spread the map on her desk. You may leave your desks quietly and come forward to gather around my desk.
The children complied, and in a moment they were having a discussion about various locations in the state. Marcail asked how many children had lived outside of Willits. Several raised their hands and were given a chance to show the class where they had lived. It was half past two when Marcail showed them the town of Visalia and told them shed moved from there when she took the teaching job in Willits. They had all forgotten the stranger at the back of the room until Marcail instructed them to take their seats.
We have a very special guest with us today. Id like you to all be on your best behavior when you meet my father. The children looked surprised, and Marcail waited until her father had reached the front of the room.
Children, this is my father, the Reverend Patrick Donovan.
The children greeted him cordially. Marcail let her father have the floor. The children were allowed to ask questions until they were released. Patrick fielded queries about where he lived, how long he was staying, his occupation, his family, and the train ride from Visalia to Willits.
Patrick was appropriately impressed with his daughters class and the skillful, competent way she handled them. He was also impressed with the way the class responded to him. He loved their open expressions and genuine interest in their teachers father. The half hour flew by, and Patrick walked with Marcail to the door to see the children off.
A moment of silence followed. Marcail wondered where to begin. Patrick sat down in the front when she returned to her desk and waited.
I dont have any reservations about telling you the whole story, but Alex will be here in a few minutes to take me home, and I think well be more comfortable talking there.
I didnt come here to wring some sort of confession out of you. Your letter covered a lot, but it didnt say if you were all right, and thats why Im here.
Marcail nodded. Im glad you came. I am all right, but I want to tell you how it came about and have you meet Alex. We could just start walking home, but then Alex wont know where I am.