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Marcail, in a fog of pain and anger, saw for the first time how difficult this must be for Alex. The look of concern she saw on his face was like a sudden lifeline. Prompted by his gentle touch and tender eyes, Marcail began to speak.
Ive gone over it and over it in my mind, and I can only figure that he saw us kissing.
Who saw us kissing?
Sydney. He was at school so early yesterday morning. I didnt even hear him arrive. Hes infatuated with me, you know, and it must have upset him to see you kiss me goodbye. He was quiet all day, and that always scares me, but I never dreamed he would
Marcail halted, and Alex urged her to go on. She pointed toward the string she had placed on the sofa table and Alex reached for it. Marcail spoke when it was in her hands.
This was tied across the top step when I left the schoolhouse yesterday.
Alex could only stare at the heavy string, stunned beyond belief. He desperately wanted to hold her, but knew it would only give her pain.
Hes been my mission field since I arrived, Alex. I mean, I love the other children, but I felt so strongly that God wanted me to reach out to Sydney and that he needed me.
Shhh, Alex spoke as he stroked her hand. Dont try to understand it all now. Well have plenty of time to pray and figure out what to do when you feel better.
I dont think I could pray anyway. I want to, but the hurtits so bad . . .
Alex quieted her again and helped her to stand. It didnt seem to register with her that he was taking her into the bedroom. He helped her carefully onto her good side in bed and covered her with the blankets. Hed lit the bedroom lantern and turned it low. Kneeling down, he found her staring sightlessly at his chest.
Im sorry, Alex, she said, her voice filled with utter defeat. It seems that all you do lately is take care of me. What a disappointment Ive turned out to be as a wife.
Alex didnt reply. Nothing could be further from the truth, but Marcail was in no shape to hear anything right now. He watched her eyes close and then flutter open again, this time in fear.
Are you going somewhere, Alex?
No, Ill be right here, he assured her.
Marcails small hand came out of the covers and touched his chest. He felt her grip the fabric of his shirt and say softly as her eyes closed in sleep, I hope the bell doesnt ring again tonight.
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