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Marcail turned to Alex, her eyes wide with disbelief. Did that really happen, or did I dream it?
Alex shook his head in wonder. It happened all right, but Im not sure when it will really sink in.
What do we do? Marcail wanted to know.
We do what weve been doing all along; we just keep praying. Alex pulled her into his embrace and held her once again.
For right now, however, he spoke after a moment, Id like us to forget about Mrs. Duckworth, her son, and the school long enough to see what my wife brought in her basket.
Marcail smiled and opened the top to reveal a splendid picnic lunch. Alexs brows rose in delight, and he eagerly put his out to lunch sign on the door. He then took his wife to a private, shady glen, where he could enjoy her company and her cooking for the next hour.
Cordelia Duckworths entire body trembled with the emotions running through her. Richard had gone home that day and tried to persuade her to reconsider. Their argument lasted more than a week; it had been a nightmare. Cordelia had stood her ground, even amid threats of never seeing Sydney again.
On the last day, mother and son had had a huge row, whereupon Richard had stormed out of the house. Cordelia had looked up to see Sydney in the doorway. She really scrutinized his face for the first time in days, and knew that what was going on in his own house was tearing him apart.
Richard and Beverly had never visited much before, and Sydneys home with her had been a peaceful one. Now it was one fight after another, and the feud was over a woman Sydney loved with all of his heart.
At first Cordelia had been so jealous of Marcail that she could hardly see straight, but lately Sydney had begun to give more of himself to his grandmother than ever before. She knew it was time to put aside her pride and admit that Marcail Montgomery was the best teacher Willits had ever had, not to mention the best thing that ever happened to Sydney.
Now, because of her love for her grandson, she was in her carriage and headed for the Montgomery home. School was scheduled to resume in three days, and all Cordelia could do was hope that Marcail would reconsider.
Marcail heard the approach of the carriage and looked out, thrilled to know Sydney had been allowed to come for a visit. She took a moment to recover her poise when the black-garbed figure of Mrs. Duckworth emerged from the carriage.
Im sorry for coming without an appointment, Cordelia began, but I hope youll agree to see me anyway.
Of course, Marcail told her warmly. Please come in.