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- Dear Marcail
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He tried to understand how shocked and upset shed been after the fall, but her reserved attitude toward him continued even after Sydney had come to the Lord. At a time when he thought she would be walking on a cloud, she was as aloof and cold to him as when theyd talked months before on the road to the schoolhouse. Both husband and wife needed a good dose of togetherness, with no patient or student interruptions.
The last day of school was only two weeks away when Marcail decided she needed to remind Alex that she was going to Santa Rosa. If things had been warmer between them, she would also have reminded him that he had planned to accompany her. Now, however, her pride had come to the fore, and she told herself she wasnt going to beg him to do something he didnt want to do. It never once occurred to her not to go, or to wait until he brought the subject up.
They were having a rare evening alone when Marcail finally filled him in on her plans. Alex didnt say much from his place on a living room chair. He nodded quietly as she spoke, until she told him she wouldnt be back until the end of June.
The end of June?
Thats right. Marcails chin raised slightly. I havent seen my family since Christmas, and with school out, there is really no reason for me to stay here all summer.
If she had slapped Alex in the face, she couldnt have hurt him more. Marcail hadnt meant it the way it sounded, and had it not been for the brief expression of pain she saw in his eyes, she wouldnt have said a word. But she had seen Alexs look of hurt, however brief, and decided to remind him that hed planned to go.
I thought maybe youd come with me. Her voice was hesitant.
I cant be gone an entire month, he told her softly.
Then maybe you could come for half the time. Marcail wasnt sure why she said that after shed told herself she wasnt going to beg.
Are you sure you wouldnt mind my going along? Alex was feeling too vulnerable to agree straight out-of-hand.
I know my family wants to meet you. Marcail evaded the question neatly.
So thats why Im goingto meet your family, Alex thought to himself. At the same time he knew someone was going to have to bend in this cold war in which they were now engaged. He was desperate enough at the moment to be that someone.
All right; Ill stay for two weeks. When did you plan on leaving?
Saturday, a week from today. The day after school is out.