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Marcail drew him into her embrace. She held him silently for long moments as she chose the right words. With his face cupped in her hands, she spoke.
I know that you will have a wonderful school yearnot because you like the teacher, because you may not, and not because the work will be easy for you, because it may not be, but because youre a new person in Christ. The old Sydney has passed away, and as you learn more about our Lord, He is changing you to be more like Him.
Sydneys young heart was lifted by her words. Marcail saw the relief in his face and pressed a tender kiss to his brow. They talked through the afternoon, the time getting away from them both. Marcail had to rush to get supper on before Alex came in the door, but she did have a meal ready when he arrived. During supper she told him all about the afternoon with Sydney.
Im just so thankful, Alex, that the door is still open between the two of us. I was afraid shed never let him see me again.
Its got to be our prayers, Alex told her fervently.
Amen to that, Marcail agreed. She rose to get dessert, and Alex spoke again, having just remembered something.
Mrs. Nelson paid with a chicken today. I left it in the barn.
Why would you do that? Marcail asked as she placed a piece of pie before Alex.
Well, I didnt think youd want it in here; its just in a makeshift cage.
Its alive?
Since his mouth was full of food, Alex only nodded, completely missing his wifes horrified stare. Marcail gawked at her husbands bent head and then at her own pie. Her mind ran with things she wanted to say, but she stayed silent. Maybe I can do it was her last thought before turning her attention to her own dessert.
I cant do it. Marcail spoke to the quiet barn as she looked into the dark, inquisitive eye of what was supposed to be dinner.
Nearly 48 hours had passed since Alex had calmly announced that a patient had paid her bill in the form of a live chicken. A determined Marcail had marched out the next day, knife in hand, to do her job. After seeing the chicken, her bravado lasted only a moment before she returned to the house and made vegetable soup.
Now she was back in the barn and wishing she could be anywhere else. Katie had always done the butchering when they had been given an animal. Marcail knew that it was a way of life to kill animals for food, but shed never been able to kill anything larger than an ant. To top it off, dinner was starting to look hungry. Marcail shook her head. It was no use. Even if she asked Alex to kill it, shed never be able to eat it.