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- Dear Marcail
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She took a place at the kitchen table, her hands clenching in her lap when the knock sounded. Alex answered the summons, and both were surprised to see Sydney standing alone on the step.
Marcails heart broke at the sight of him, and she watched as he looked up at Alex and then peered tentatively past him to get a better view of her. His eyes were huge and questioning in his pale face, and Marcail wasnt sure what he expected to see. A moment later, he covered his face with his hands and burst into tears.
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Marcail said nothing as Alex put a hand to Sydneys back and guided him to a kitchen chair. He pressed a clean handkerchief into the boys hands and then sat down in the chair beside him.
Marcail, watching from her place across the table, was not sure what to say. She knew only that her heart was breaking with love for this little boy. She understood that to reject him right now would be devastating, but neither was she going to accept his standard line about it not happening again.
After some minutes, Sydney began to contain himself and look at the adults at the table.
Sydney, Marcail spoke, sounding very much like a teacher. Does your grandmother know you are here?
Yes, Mrs. Montgomery, he sniffed.
Marcail nodded. Shes not waiting out in the carriage, is she?
No, maam.
Again Marcail nodded. Then why dont you tell us why you came.
This time it was Sydneys turn to nod, and suddenly he looked terrified all over again. His words were halting, but understandable.
I cameto tell youIm sorry he stopped as though out of breath, and Marcail spoke.
I forgive you, Sydney.
Sydney nodded again but didnt look at all relieved. Can I ask you a question? He paused, glancing between both adults, whose expressions were open and patient, before settling terrified eyes on his beloved teacher.
Will I go to hell for what Ive done? he burst out, his face crumbling, tears barely held in check.
Come here, Sydney, Marcail beckoned compassionately and shifted in her chair so she could take him in her arms. It was too much for the 11-year-old, and his tears came in a torrent. Another five minutes passed before he was able to breathe normally. Both Alex and Marcail took that time to pray silently.
Finally raising a tear-stained face, Sydney asked, Will I, Mrs. Montgomery? Will I go to hell for what Ive done?
Marcail hugged him close once again. She stroked the hair from his damp little forehead and began to speak softly.
What you did was very wrong, Sydney. I think you understand that.
Sydneys head came away from his teachers shoulder. It was a sin, a big sin?
Yes, you did sin. We all sin.
Not you, Sydney spoke vehemently.
Yes, I do, Sydney. The Bible says that all sin, she told him gently.