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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
It was not easy to see Patrick go, but both Alex and Marcail were thankful for the brief time they had shared. Alex believed that God had given them these days to assure both himself and his new father-in-law that Gods hand had been on their marriage.
They told Patrick of their plans to visit Santa Rosa when school let out. Patrick assured them that when he stopped off in Santa Rosa to see Katie and Rigg, hed pass along the news.
Patrick left with a peaceful heart, believing that with Alex by her side, Marcail would come to no harm. What Patrick didnt know about was the extent of Sydney Duckworths infatuation with his teacher, an infatuation that would drive him to do something he would regret for the rest of his life.
forty-two
You look a bit sleepy this morning, Alex commented over breakfast as he watched Marcail stare into her cup.
I guess I am, Marcail said, covering a yawn. Im rather glad its Friday, since Sydneys been weighing on my mind so heavily this week.
That, Alex thought to himself, is an understatement.
It had been two weeks since Patrick left, and Marcail, after hearing about Sadies salvation, threw herself into the business of leading Sydney to the Lord. She found it to be exhausting work, and some days she believed theyd made no progress at all. Every night she fell asleep giving Sydney to God, but oftentimes, as the school day went on, she acted as if her efforts alone, and not those of a sovereign God, would save her young student.
Before Marcail knew it, it was time to leave for school. The puddles in the road had long ago dried up, but Alex enjoyed taking his wife to work, so he ignored her every time she suggested walking. She had walked home on a few occasions, but only when Alex could not get away.
The schoolhouse was quiet as Alex took Marcails books to her desk. As always he kissed her, but after their kiss on the beach in Fort Bragg, his kisses were different. No longer did he hold her jaw and kiss the corner of her mouth, hitting more of her cheek than anything else. She now seemed very willing to accept his embrace and tender kiss, full on the mouth.
He didnt linger this morning as he was always tempted to do, but kissed her twice. His love for her grew daily, and he could never get enough of touching or talking to her. Marcail walked him to the door and smiled with contentment as he rode away.
She was at her desk, writing out a few notes, when she heard movement at the back of the room. It was a bit early for the children to be arriving, but Marcail looked up to see Sydney standing just outside the cloakroom door.
Why, Sydney, she said with pleasure, I didnt hear you arrive. How are you today?