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I didnt recognize it at the time, but he looked guilty. At first I thought he was afraid of something, and then he seemed so relieved when I told him hed see you at church.
They fell silent for a time, and then Marcail spoke. At first I was too shocked to feel anything, and then I felt betrayed. Now Im afraid. Im afraid of Sydney, and I wont be able to let him out of my sight for the remainder of the year.
Are you sure you should wait until summer to confront Mrs. Duckworth? Fearing for her safety and halfway hoping she would lose her job, Alex wished he could order her to quit.
Yes, of that Im sure. I dont know why, except that I feel a definite peace about finishing the year. If I go to Mrs. Duckworth now, Ill lose my job as well as all touch with the children.
Who knows, Marcail went on, her voice expressing a glimmer of hope. Maybe God will use this accident in a mighty waya way that would bring Him glory.
Alex didnt reply to this, and Marcail left the table moments later. She made up her bed in the living room, and Alex took that as a sign that she wanted to be left alone.
Alexs prediction about Marcail not wanting to work right away proved to be true. It was Tuesday afternoon before she put a dress on and began to even start feeling like her old self.
Things had continued on a strained note between husband and wife through this time, but Alexs care of Marcail could not be faulted. He was at home as much as his work allowed, leaving notes at his office to ring the bell for emergencies only. He had Marcail soaking in a warm bath both morning and evening, and even though Marcail hated it, Alex checked her bruises after each evening bath.
After supper Tuesday night, Marcail said she was desperate for some fresh air. Alex, knowing it could only do her good, helped her into her sweater. She planned to walk around the perimeter of the yard until he finished the dishes.
As it was, Alex had barely started the dishes when Marcail came back through the door. She tried to hide it, but Alex saw fear in her eyes.
Whats happened?
The Duckworth coach; its coming up the road.
Alexs brows rose in surprise, but he spoke calmly. It would seem, Marcail, that this incident is going to come to a head long before summer.
The young schoolteacher could only nod. Alex told her if she wanted to wait in the bedroom he would answer the door and then come for her. Marcail was tempted, but felt the problem was really hers and she should be present.