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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
Alex nodded again and went back to the book in his lap. Marcails eyes dropped to her school lesson, but she stared sightlessly at the page. The only thing she could see right then was her room at Kaitlin and Riggs. It sat at the bottom of the stairs and sported one double bed.
forty-nine
It was a very silent couple that boarded the train for Santa Rosa on Saturday, June 4. Kelsey had been delivered to the livery, and Alex had arranged to have the local veterinarian cover for him. It wasnt the same as having a doctor on call, but none of Alexs female patients were expecting, and having the elderly Dr. Crow on hand was better than nothing.
Marcail sat by the window, and Alex took the aisle seat. There was little conversation between them for the first 15 miles, until a sudden shifting of the car caused Marcail to fall into Alexs shoulder.
Im sorry, she said as she righted herself in the seat.
I dont mind. Im still getting used to the fact that you dont sleep on the train.
I dont know what you mean.
Linette never lasted more than two miles.
Marcail looked into his face as he spoke and suddenly realized how much she missed his talking with her.
You never talk about her; is it very hard for you?
It was at first, Alex admitted, not understanding just yet that this was Marcails way of trying to open the door that had been shut between them for so many weeks. Its been four years, however, and time does heal.
You grew up together, didnt you? Marcail tried again when it seemed Alex would not go on.
Yes. My folks have told me we were inseparable from the first time we laid eyes on each other. I dont know if we should have been married, but we were. Again Alex hesitated.
Why do you say that? Marcail was surprised.
Oh, I didnt really mean it the way it sounded, but we were such good friends. As kids Id always been her champion, and we could talk about anything, even argue, and still walk away as friends.
But then later our friendship made our marriage difficult. I think I must have been more like a big brother to Linette than a husband. She always believed it was my job to make her happy. She came to depend on me so heavily that when she became miserable living in Willits it put quite a strain on our marriage.
Why didnt she like Willits? Marcail wasnt certain that any of this was her business, but Alex was really talking to her for the first time since shed fallen down the schoolhouse steps, and she desperately wanted him to continue.