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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
Alex and Marcail both looked around the huge living room with something akin to awe. Marcail, of course, had been in this house before, but at the time she had been too nervous to notice much of anything.
Alex commented that their entire house could fit in the living room, and Marcail nodded her agreement. Another five minutes passed, and Cordelia entered.
Doctor, she greeted him with a regal nod of her head. Mrs. Montgomery. Again the nod. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?
There was a bite to her voice, but the young schoolteacher chose to ignore it.
Im here to discuss my position as Willits schoolteacher for the coming fall. Marcails voice was quiet and respectful.
Since you have a two-year contract, I dont believe there is anything to discuss, Cordelia told her simply. You did break your contract by acting indiscreetly on one occasion, Cordelia went on in a judgmental voice, but all of thats been forgiven. This last statement was made magnanimously.
I do not feel I broke my contract, Marcail replied just as respectfully, although Im sure you would have preferred to find me frozen in the snow rather than safe and sound in the doctors home. However Im not here about that. Im here about the fact that you and the school board broke your part of the contract.
Well I never Cordelia was outraged.
You will let me finish, Marcail used her sternest teaching voice. Mrs. Duckworth quieted instantly, and even Alex sat up a little straighter in his chair.
The contract stated that I was to teach school, and yet you abused your power, and I had only six students in my room. In addition, as the teacher I have the authority to discipline the children, but your grandson was the exception to this condition and was on at least two occasions completely out of control.
Cordelia was livid, but this time was able to keep her voice calm. Why have you waited so long to come to me?
Marcails voice was not accusing, but she spoke truthfully. I was told quite plainly what your reaction would be if I approached you in any way. The consequences of my being caught in the white-out have proved the extent of your control. Unlike you, Mrs. Duckworth, I will not sacrifice the childrens education for my own selfish motives.
Cordelia was now so angry she couldnt have spoken if she tried.
Marcail came to her feet, as did Alex, clearly showing her hostess that she was nearly through. Her voice was sad as she finished what she had come to say.