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It wasnt Willits specificallythat was the problem. Linette never wanted to live away from Fort Bragg. She couldnt seem to grasp that Fort Bragg already had two doctors and I needed to go elsewhere. I was thankful we were able to be as close as we were, but it wasnt good enough for her. Alex paused, his eyes staring out the window at nothing. Some of the pain flooded back to him.
How did she die? Marcail couldnt keep from asking.
The actual cause of death was a head injury when she fell from a chair, but the fall, or rather the weakness that brought her off the chair, was caused by tuberculosis. In the mid to late stages of tuberculosis, patients run fevers in the afternoon and evenings, and Linette was trying to do too much when she wasnt up to it. I think she must have become a bit dizzy while on that chair, or possibly fainted.
Sharing absently about his past without really looking at his wife, Alex now turned to find that Marcail had gone very pale. She also looked tremendously grief-stricken, more grief-stricken than she should have been for a woman she didnt even know.
What is it, Marcail? What did I say?
My mother died of tuberculosis, she admitted softly. Its amazing what you can block out. Id completely forgotten how ill shed been every evening.
How old were you when she died?
Nine.
Alexs heart broke just a little at the thought. A child is so young, and so much in need of a mother, when only nine years old. Alex wanted to say something, but Marcail was ready to talk and there was no need.
They kept her illness from us until we arrived in San Francisco. Ill never forget the first time I saw my aunts house. It was huge. Id never been away from Hawaii, and I didnt know they made houses like that. I was terrified of it. I remember holding onto my mothers hand with all my might as she led me inside. Her hand was so hot I thought she must be scared too.
We had a few days of rest, but I could tell something was wrong. Katie and Sean were not as fun as they had been, and I thought maybe they were as sad about leaving Hawaii as I was. Then one night when Mother and Father put me to bed, Mother said the doctor had been to see her.