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I remember the peace I saw on her face even as she told me she was going to heaven very soon. I also remember thinking that the doctor was the most awful man on earth. I figured if he hadnt come, then Mother would still be well. Father tried to tell me otherwise, but my mind was made up. When I saw him at the funeral, I thought he didnt look like such a bad man, but my heart was convinced that hed caused my mothers death.
And youve been afraid of doctors ever since, Alex finished for her.
Marcail could only nod. Shed never intended to tell anyone that story, but found that a burden had been lifted from her heart. She also found the touch of Alexs arm as it slipped around her the most comforting thing shed ever felt. Marcail snuggled unreservedly against his side, loving the clean smell of his shirt. Hope burgeoned within her that he might still care.
Neither one talked after that, which was fine with Marcail. She needed the quiet to gather her thoughts and pray about her family meeting Alex. A week ago there would have been grave doubt in her mind, but the train ride had restored her hope. Knowing that Rigg and Katie were going to love this man she had married left her feeling suddenly lighthearted.
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Marcails feet had barely touched the platform before Rigg swept her into his arms. She laughed as he released her and turned to hug Kaitlin. After a brief hug Katie surprised Marcail by beginning to chatter in Hawaiian. Marcail, from long habit, answered her sister in kind. Marcail looked thin to Katie, a sure sign that the younger girl had been unhappy. Katie, momentarily forgetting all the wonderful things her father had said about Alex, presumed he was to blame.
Alex stood dumbfounded as Katie spoke swiftly and Marcail answered. He felt like a fool. For months hed believed his wife knew a simple Hawaiian lullaby because shed been born in the Islands. Now she stood speaking fluently in a language he had no hope of understanding.
It took a moment to gather his wits and drag his eyes from his wife, and when he did, he looked over to find Rigg grinning at him.
Youre doing better than I did. The first time I heard them go at it, my mouth nearly swung open. Rigg, still smiling, held out his hand to his new brother-in-law. Welcome to Santa Rosa, Alex.
Thank you, Alex spoke sincerely, and then glanced again at his wife. Theyre not arguing, are they?
No, Rigg told him calmly.
Then you understand them?
Rigg shouted with laughter. I dont understand a word of it, but believe me when I tell you, youll know if the conversation turns angry.