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- Dear Marcail
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I dont mind waiting, Patrick told her with a smile and then his eyes grew misty. Youre an excellent teacher, Marcail, just like your mother was. In fact, you look so much like her I Patrick stopped, not wanting to make her cry, but Marcail couldnt stop the teardrops that escaped her eyes.
There isnt anything you could say to me that would mean more.
Alex chose that moment to enter the schoolhouse. He found a strange man sitting with his wife and the evidence of tears on her face. He wasted no time in coming to her side.
Marc? he questioned softly, his arm going around her as he knelt by her chair. When Marcail took a breath and didnt answer immediately, Alex rose and turned a speculative look at the stranger in the room.
Alex would never know that his protective manner with Marcail, as well as the use of her nickname, went a long way toward reassuring the older man that his daughter was in safe hands. He wasnt thrilled with the situation, but neither was he almost sick with worry as he had been a few times. In fact, as Patrick also came to his feet, his hand outstretched to shake Alexs, the thought occurred to him that hed already seen all he needed to see.
Patricks mind was not as easy some ten minutes later, when he was finally in his daughters home and saw the very obvious evidence that Marcail slept apart from her husband. His eyes closed in prayer.
Oh, Father, it hurts me, he prayed silently, to know that two of my children have not married for love. You in Your grace worked a miracle in Seans and Charlottes lives, but its happened again with Marcail. All I can ask is that here too, You will intercede. Bring love to this home so Marcail and Alex can know the joy of children and have a loving earthly partner to see them through the years.
Patrick would have prayed on but Marcail came in from saying goodbye to Alex, and he turned to greet her. He stepped forward swiftly when he saw her arms were loaded with wood.
Oh, honey, why didnt you call me to help you?
Im all right, she laughed. Besides, youre our guest, and I dont want you to work.
Marcail stacked the wood by the stove. She dusted her hands together and looked at Patrick.
You didnt really answer the children earlier, so tell me, how long can you stay?
As long as you need me.
Marcail smiled, but told him seriously, I am really doing fine.
They were sitting across the kitchen table now, coffee brewing on the stove. Patrick looked at his daughter and marveled for the hundredth time at what a lovely young woman shed become. It was far more than physical beauty; she was lovely on the inside as well.