Disclaimer: I don't own Christy that privilege goes to Catherine Marshall and her family. I am just borrowing her characters for the time being.
A/N so I left you guys hanging last time so you would come back to find out what happens next and so here it is... I also want to thank those of you who took the time to leave a review it made my day also too hippogriff-tamer for being my beta... oh and I know Margarete seems out of character and I did it on purpose. I wanted to show a different side of her character that we didn't get to see in the series.
"Hello, Mother," Margarete managed between hacking coughs.
"Margarete, child, why did you wait so long to send for me?" Miss Alice asked chidingly. However, she knew the answer to her own question. She had disowned her child after Margarete had told her that she wished she had not been born to her.
"Mother, I know I don't have that much time left and I am so sorry for everything I have put you and Mac through. I just ask that you forgive me."
Alice Henderson allowed the tears to fall. She knew she was about to lose her only child and there was nothing she or Neil could do about it. She just prayed that Margarete had finally decided to accept the love of her savior. "Oh, Child!" she managed through her tears.
Christy watched all this from the door way; she didn't feel right being here but she was also curious as to why Margarete wanted to speak to her.
"Mother, may I speak to Christy alone please?" she asked as she looked between Neil and Alice pleading with them to trust her on this.
They both understood the unspoken plea and they left the room to allow her to speak to the missions schoolteacher.
Christy, who was still standing by the door, looked at Neil's wife with trepidation. She wondered what was so important that she needed to speak to her alone.
"I won't bite," Margarete said with a slight smile.
Putting on a brave smile she walked over to the dying woman. "I didn't think you would," she quipped lightly trying hard to ease the nervousness she suddenly felt.
"Christy," she began slowly, "I want you to know that I don't mind."
Christy looked at Margarete questionably. What was she getting at anyway? What was that statement supposed to mean? Finally she spoke, "Margarete, I don't understand what don't you mind?"
"That you're in love with Neil and he with you. He needs you Christy and if I hadn't been so spoiled and hardheaded I would have seen it earlier. He needs you, like he never needed me, Christy."
"Margarete," Christy stared at the woman in shock. Had she really seen the love she had for the good doctor far beyond mere friendship?
"Christy, you can't hide it and neither can he. I have seen the way you two look at each other and there is something in his eyes that was never there when he looked at me. If little ole me could see it then I am sure the entire Cove could too. You belong together and I was wrong to encourage you to marry the preacher. Had you taken my advice you would have ended up exactly like Neil and I and that wouldn't be right."
She heard Margarete's explanation and knew it held a vital truth. She and David were not right for each other and would have ended up hating one another. She also wondered if Margarete was right when she said that the whole Cove could see who it was that held her heart. She knew for sure Fairlight did, but everyone else? The thought was a daunting one. Another thought came to mind, if Margarete could see that she was in love with Neil could he? The thought sent an infusion of heat to her face.
She was interrupted from her thoughts when Margarete continued, "Christy when I am gone I want you two to comfort each other, love each other like I never could or did."
"You're sure about this?" she asked a little amazed by the change in Neil's wife.
"More than sure. I've seen the longing in both of your faces and I want you to be together. I don't care if it goes against the Cave's standards or not, you and he need to be happy and if being together will do that then do it Christy. Just promise me that you will love him the way I never could and make him happy," Margarete finished just as a violent cough had her in its grip. "Get mother and Mac," she managed between coughs.
Christy didn't have to be told again she ran from the room to fetch Neil and Alice.
A/N please leave a review I thrive and them and it gives me some initiative to finish the story.