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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
The morning flew by, but a little before lunch, while Donovan was still taking a morning nap, Katie told Marcail that now was as good a time as any to cut her hair. Katie was wearing her hair a little differently these days, and Marcail wanted the same style.
I meant to ask you to cut my hair when I was home for Christmas, but now Im glad I forgot. I want you to take about ten inches off the back, Katie, and I want my bangs just like yours.
You havent said anything, so I wondered if you liked the way mine looked. Katies hand went to the dark thatch of hair that covered her forehead, stopping just above her brows.
Theyre darling. I want mine to be the exact length of yours.
Nodding her agreement, Katie knew how easy that would be. She combed and parted Marcails hair in front, and for a time Marcail couldnt see through the fall of hair covering her eyes. The mirror was handy, however, and as soon as Katie was finished, Marcail checked her work.
Oh, Katie, she exclaimed.
Do you like it?
Yes!
I do too. I can get away with it because my face is round. And theyre darling on you because they bring out your beautiful eyes.
Katie was behind Marcail now, brushing her hair straight. She was poised, scissors in hand and ready to cut, when Alexs incredulous voice broke through the air.
What are you doing?
Katie froze. Her gaze, along with Marcails, flew to Alex. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, his face clearly showing his displeasure. Rigg stood just behind him, and over Alexs shoulder he exchanged a look with his wife.
Just the night before Katie had been saying how she genuinely liked Alex, but shed always believed Marcail needed someone with a firmer hand.
Rigg and Katie slipped quietly out of the room while Alex took a place at the kitchen table. He picked up a long strand of hair from Marcails lap and fingered it for a moment. She was still behaving as though she were a single woman. At some point he had to make her understand that he cared enough to be included in every part of her life.
Why were you cutting your hair? Alexs question was simple, but it depicted just how complicated their relationship had become.
Because of the headaches, Marcail explained, still watching his face. Shed never seen him this angry before.
Alex had completely forgotten about her headaches and said as much. I wish you had talked to me, he added.
I do too, now. But Katie knew I wanted it done and said she had time, so we just Marcail shrugged rather helplessly.
Alex reached and brushed his finger through her bangs. I like the front.
Im sorry I didnt talk to you, Alex, Marcail said softly.
And Im sorry I was angry.