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Where did you get this? Marcail questioned Alex when her surprised visage took in the small black buggy to which Kelsey was hitched.
A patient who hasnt paid me in the last year gave it to us. When he saw me at church alone for two Sundays, he thought youd grown tired of riding on the back of a horse and left me.
Marcail laughed with a mixture of astonishment and pleasure. Maybe I should go away more often, she teased with exaggerated innocence, as Alexs hands took possession of her waist to swing her aboard the buggy.
Youre not going anywhere for a long time, he growled good-naturedly, with a hint of ownership.
Hearing that tone, Marcails smile was one of pure contentment as she settled back against the well-padded buggy seat.
Marcail took the next few days to resettle. She cleaned the entire house and spent one day baking, all the while thoroughly loving the feel of being home.
Seth and Allie had eloped while Marcail was away, and this news was all over town. The newlyweds were living in a place near the train station, and Marcail went to see them on her fifth day home. Since her own marriage was becoming more precious every day, Marcail was no longer envious of the happiness she saw in her friends eyes.
Alex had not pressed her to move from her sofa bed into the bedroom, but even though shed only been home a few days, he was more attentive and their communication was stronger than it had ever been.
They fell easily back into their routine. Some mornings she was asleep when Alex left for work; others she was up and preparing breakfast. The Monday morning of her second week back was just such a morning. Marcail was up early and had breakfast started, but her face was pensive when Alex entered the kitchen.
Alex showed his pleasure at seeing her by planting a kiss on her cheek. She never stiffened at his touch now, and Alex always felt a bit lightheaded at the lovely smiles she gave him. This morning, however, her smile was somewhat preoccupied.
Id like to go see Cordelia Duckworth this morning. Is today good for you?
What were you thinking of, midmorning?
Marcail nodded.
Thats fine. Ill head out pretty soon and then come back for you about 10:00.
Thank you, Alex, Marcail was deeply moved by his willingness to accompany her.
Knowing that Mrs. Duckworth might refuse even to see her, Marcail spent the morning in prayer. If she refused to see her today, then Marcail would schedule another time. What Marcail had on her mind had to be said.
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