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- Dear Marcail
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They talked about Marcails fear of being herself with Alex, and even though talking about it didnt instantly right the situation, both husband and wife were relieved to have things out in the open. When Marcail asked Alex if he was working longer hours in order to avoid her, he confessed that he had been. For the first time a new understanding was growing between them.
The days flew, and both were surprised when it was time for Alex to leave for Willits. It seemed they had just arrived. Marcail was uncertain as to whether or not she should stay. As Alex packed she talked with him about it.
Maybe I should come home with you.
Alex was very pleased by her offer, but now that they were once again talking with each other, he had no problem with her staying.
You still have a few friends you didnt get to see, Alex said, adding, School begins in less than two months, and then who knows when youll get back here again.
Thats true, Marcail answered, trying to be as logical as her spouse.
Nothing more was said on the subject, and when Alex was ready, Marcail walked him to the train station. All the nieces and nephews had hugged him goodbye at the house, each one having come to love Uncle Alex. The adults were just as warm in their send-off, and Katie had fixed a huge lunch for him to enjoy on the train.
Once at the station, husband and wife sat quietly waiting for the train to arrive. For a time, both were content to sit and watch the train station activity.
You will come home to me, wont you, Marc?
Marcail turned her head as they sat on a bench by the ticket office and gave Alex a quizzical look. Where else would I go?
You might not go anywhere. After I leave, you might find you like it better here and
Ill come home, Marcail quietly cut him off. Shed never seen Alex look as hesitant before and found it rather heartbreaking.
I think, Marcail added, hoping she was not being overly bold, that the bed will be lonely without you.
Alex wished he could take her in his arms, and his eyes told her as much. My bed at home is lonely without you too.
Marcail nodded, finding she was unembarrassed for the first time. Nothing more was said since the train was now coming into the station. Alex stood and pulled Marcail around to the quiet side of the ticket office. Without warning, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her as hed done on the beach in Fort Bragg.
When Alex was finally on board, Marcail stood on the platform and watched the train as it eased out of sight. She found herself wishing shed followed her heart. If she had, she would have been on the train with her husband.