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Long after Marcail slept, Alex sat in the kitchen struggling with his anger. The look on Sydneys face earlier that day was now easy to identifyit was guilt. Even at the very obvious evidence of his crime, Alex was not angry at Sydney but at his grandmother, and not just angrylivid.
He tended to be overprotective where Marcail was concerned, but this, this was an outrage! Because of the selfish, blind foolishness of an old woman, a little boy was being raised to think he could do anything that came into his head.
A sudden image from months ago, before he and Marcail were even friends, came to mind. He remembered one of the Austin girls telling him that Miss Donovan had not been feeling well so school had been dismissed early. Alex had stopped to check on her, wondering as he did about the scratch on her face. He now knew exactly who had caused that scratch.
The recollection did not help Alexs mood. He found his anger kindled anew at the very thought. However, just as suddenly as Alexs anger flamed back to life, it died. He sat very still when he realized he was being swept away by his emotions.
Alex reached for his Bible, always present on the kitchen table. He turned to a couple of verses he recalled, James 1:19,20, and read aloud in the still house. Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath; for the wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God.
After he read, Alex began to pray. He started by confessing his wrath, and then gave the whole ugly affair to God. He thanked God that the ringing of the bell had been for a minor incident and hed been able to come right home. As he prayed, Alex realized he was not the one who should be offended, but that sins had been committed against God.
He also realized that he was going to need to take his cue from Marcail. She had been afraid of how he would react, so he figured she must have some idea how she wanted things handled. It might take some time before she felt up to it, but as Alex climbed into bed beside his bruised wife, he determined to learn all he could from her concerning Sydney Duckworth.
Alex left the house first thing Sunday morning to see Stanley Flynn. He told him briefly that Marcail had suffered a fall and was not feeling well. He also told him not to expect her back at school for at least two days, possibly longer.
As he rode home he realized he might have made her furious with such a move, but unless he missed his guess, she was not going to want to do much of anything for the next 48 hours.