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Katie laughed. Before Rigg and I were married, he carried me from his parents living room all the way upstairs. I didnt know about it for some time, but being such a sound sleeper can be very embarrassing.
Marcail tells me that Sean held her upside down one time and she never woke.
Katie laughed again. You know, Id forgotten about that. Older siblings can be pretty awful.
I never was, Rigg said as he came from the bedroom.
Of course you werent. Katies voice was patronizing. Tell us Rigg, she continued sweetly, was it Jeff or Gilbert whom you lowered from the hayloft by the ankles and threatened to drop?
Oh that. Rigg was as calm as if it were an everyday occurrence. It was Jeff, and he asked for it. If you dont believe me, Rigg said to Alex, ask Bobbieshe has to live with him.
Alex grinned at the light banter. They were really a delightful couple. Alex had never had a marriage like they shared. Linette had been so serious and unhappy, and Marcail kept a carefully erected wall between them at all times. Alex had watched Rigg kiss his wife, hug her, tickle her, and even give her backside a playful smack when she walked by. None of this was offensive to him; it just caused him to yearn for the type of love they shared in his own marriage.
As he sat contemplating the mistakes hed made in the past weeks, along with the indeterminable future before him, he was forced to ask himself whether Marcail was worth his efforts. Before the question could fully form in his mind, he knew the answer. As the Riggs kitchen began to fill with people, Alex only half listened to what was going on around him: His heart was silently deciding to court his wife once again.
Marcail noticed the change in Alex even before breakfast was over. She was a little unsure of how to take this new Alex, with his attentive manner and gentle touch. He was acting as he had when theyd first wed, but Marcail, still a little bruised from the weeks of silence, was not sure how to respond.
She was sure of one thing, though. She did want to respond. Rigg had been correct about the way she hid her emotions, and Marcail knew that if she kept it up, it was going to be at her own expense. Right now she was looking forward to a time of new beginnings with her spouse.
Alex was spending the day at the mercantile with Rigg, and Marcail took advantage of the time to pray and ask God to help her love her husband unreservedly. Why shed never prayed for this in the past was a mystery, but Marcail knew the time for waiting was over. She knew her feelings were not going to change overnight, but at least she was on the road and headed in the right direction.