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That sounds good. If youll give me a few minutes, Ill come to the table.
It was on the tip of Alexs tongue to ask if she needed help, but he knew what her answer would be. He left and shut the door once again.
Marcail had prayed for most of the two hours that had passed, but the strain of her conversation with Alex was still present. She did not know what to do.
Maybe I do act like Im single, she thought to herself defensively. But its hard to get close to someone you hardly know. The moment the thought formed, Marcail saw it for the flimsy excuse that it was. Alex had showed her in countless ways that he wanted a real marriage, but Marcail had been hesitant. What she was waiting for, she didnt even know herself.
What a mess. Marcail muttered as she painstakingly climbed out of bed. Once on her feet, she realized she would have to go to the living room to get her robe. A glance at the kitchen table and the aromas filling the air told her Alex had been busy.
Marcail came back to the table feeling modestly covered and actually experiencing hunger pains. Alex prayed before they ate, and the meal progressed in near silence. As Alex cleared the table, Marcail spoke up.
Did you want to hear about Sydney now? Her voice was tentative, and Alex turned from his task at the basin.
I would like to hear, but only if youre up to it.
What exactly did you want to know?
Alex rejoined her at the table. I want to know if this is typical of Sydney. I mean, his behavior in your classhas he tried things before?
Marcail nodded. Sydney is unpredictable at best. He has trouble with his temper, not an unusual occurrence in any child, but he turns violent with little or no warning.
Is this the first time the violence has been directed at you?
No. One day, very early in the year, he threw a rock and hit me in the face. I think he scared himself, because for a long time after that things were calm. Beyond that, hes pulled away from me when I have his arm, and shoved past me so strongly that Ive had to take a step backward.
What does he do to the other children?
Kicks their desks, pulls hair, that type of thing. I dont consider any of it harmless, and I always punish him. But since I cant go to Mrs. Duckworth, my hands are tied. I have used his love for me to get through to him at times. My telling him that Im disappointed seems to carry more weight than anything else I say or do. By the way, how did he seem at your office?