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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Marcail lay motionless in Alexs soft bed. Usually able to sleep through anything, the closing of the front door, along with the pain in her back, had startled her awake. She found herself silently imploring Alex to be coming in, and not heading out for the day. She rolled, ever so carefully, onto her back. A moment later Alex appeared in the doorway.
Marcails fingers moved on the covers in a semblance of a wave, and Alex entered. He pulled the curtains back on both windows before retrieving a chair from the kitchen and placing it close to the bed. Not until he was seated and had taken a close look at Marcails features did he speak.
I have quite a few questions Id like to ask you. Alexs mind was so set on the accident that he failed to ask Marcail how she felt.
About my fall?
Not directly. I want to know about Sydney, and how he behaves in class.
Marcail nodded. Im still kind of sleepy, but Ill do my best.
It doesnt have to be right now. I went to see Stan Flynn this morning. I told him youd fallen, and he wouldnt be seeing you for at least two days.
Marcails eyes widened at this, but Alex went on.
I know you care about your class, Marc, but you can barely walk. Alexs voice was extremely reasonable. You also have to teach for the next three months, and I dont think its wise to tax yourself when you still have so many weeks before youre through for the summer.
I may be through teaching long after the summer, Marcail said suddenly, and Alex stared at her. Ive decided to talk with Cordelia Duckworth, but I want to wait until school is out and Ive had a few weeks off.
Alex could see this had been on her mind and wanted to show his support of her decision. Ill go with you.
You dont have to.
Alexs anger flared. Thinking she was still trying to keep him at arms length, he retorted in a tight voice, Whether you like it or not, Marcail, we are husband and wife.
Marcail blinked in surprise. I never said I didnt like being your wife, she told him quietly.
No, you havent said anything, but you still think and act like a single woman. Im sorry, Marcail, Alex rose wearily, thinking how tense all of this was making him. I shouldnt have said that. He went on before Marcail could reply. Would you like to sleep some more or have a little something to eat?
Im not very hungry, Marcail told him.
Alex nodded. Ill leave you to rest then.
Alex did leave her, closing the door on his way out. Marcail was still awake when he checked on her two hours later.
forty-six
How about some soup? Alex asked as soon as he saw that Marcail was awake.