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- Dear Marcail
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Hello, he greeted her. Did I startle you?
Not really, she admitted. I just didnt realize the time. Marcail took a breath and kept talking, believing that she owed Alex an explanation.
Alex, Im sorry I didnt get much done today, but the truth is, I took a fall down the schoolhouse stairs yesterday, and its made me kind of stiff and lazy.
You fell down the stairs? Alexs voice showed his concern, but since Marcail was so fearful of doctors, he told himself to move slowly and not press her. Are you all right, Marcail?
I bruise easily, but Im sure Ill be fine. Marcails voice was as even as ever, and Alex, truly believing that by now she would be comfortable enough to tell him if she were really hurt, took her at her word. He took in her composed features and nodded with satisfaction. He also decided to put her mind at ease about the household chores, so he got out the bowl to mix bread dough.
I really should be doing that, Marcail said from behind him.
Not if you dont feel well, Alex said reasonably. Anyway, Ive always enjoyed baking. Oh, by the way, Sydney stopped in to say hello. I think he wanted to talk with you about something. I told him hed probably see you tomorrow at church, and he seemed satisfied with that.
Alex had his back to Marcail and completely missed the look of misery that crossed his wifes face. Marcail did help Alex finish the baking, and if her movements were a little slower than normal, he didnt seem to notice.
Alex fixed supper after hed done some odd jobs outside. They were just finishing when the bell rang, summoning the doctors services in town. Alex, usually very pragmatic about his work, looked a bit let down. Marcail was secretly pleased because he was usually gone for at least two hours, and shed been hoping for some privacy for her evening bath. She knew it was going to cost her to prepare the tub, but the soak was going to be worth it.
Ignoring the dishes, Marcail shuffled around preparing her bath the moment Kelsey galloped out of the yard. As Marcail had suspected, it took great effort to drag the tub out and fill it, but as she sank into the water, she had her first relief in 24 hours.
Sparing her right side as much as possible, Marcail soaped up and washed her hair. It was impossible to maneuver the rinse bucket with only one hand, and Marcail moaned as she was forced to lift her right arm above her head, taxing her bruised shoulder to the limits.
The job done, she sat back in the tub and tried to catch her breath. She found she was trembling all over again, but having her hair and body clean had been worth it.