Francine Rivers - The Scarlet Thread
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All rights reserved. Authors photo copyright 1999 by John Teague. All rights reserved. Scripture quotations are taken from the New American Standard Bible, 1960, 1962, 1963, 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977 by The Lockman Foundation. Used by permission. Scripture quotations used in the Discussion Guide are taken from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright 1996.
Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Wheaton, Illinois 60189. All rights reserved. This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or publisher. p. cm. cm.
ISBN 1-4143-0495-1 (sc); 1-4143-0495-1 (hc) ISBN 1-4143-0495-1 I. Title. PS3568.I83165S28 1996 813.54dc20 96-3721 To Sue Hahn, Fran Kane, and Donzella Schlager... my traveling companions.
From there we followed the Oregon Trail to The Dalles, Oregon. Over five thousand miles together. We saw the beauty and vastness of our country, stopped at every historical landmark (and rest stop) along the road, visited every museum we could find (small town and large), and collected enough information to keep us reading for years to come. Thanks, gals. It was one of the best times of my life. 
The Call
The Call Her stomach was quivering. Her head had begun throbbing with a tension headache the moment Alex had told her the news. She hadnt had a headache like this since prom night during her senior year of high school. Alex had come to pick her up in his fathers beat-up Chevy three minutes before her father turned into the driveway. It was the first time in her life her father had come home early from work. She might have known it would be on that night.
She could still remember the look on her fathers face when he saw Alexa drop-dead handsome, long-haired Hispanic boy dressed in a rented tuxedostanding on the wide
Words were exchanged, but, fortunately, her mother was there to intercede and calm her father down. In the end, Alex escorted her to his borrowed car and helped her in while her father stood on the front steps glaring at him. Alex didnt so much as look at her as he put the Chevy in gear and pulled away from the curb. They were halfway to Santa Rosa before he said anything. You didnt tell him who was taking you to the prom, did you? Yes, I did. Yeah, right.
You just left out a few important details, didnt you, chiquita? He had never called her that before, and it boded ill tidings for the night ahead. He didnt say anything more on the drive to the expensive restaurant in Santa Rosa. She ordered something cheap, which made him even madder. You think I cant afford to buy you anything more than a dinner salad? Her face aflame, she ordered the same prime rib dinner he did, but he didnt look any happier. Things got worse as the evening wore on. By ten, Alex wasnt speaking at all, not to her, not to anyone.
She ended up losing the nice dinner he bought her in the bathroom of the Villa de Chanticlair. Shed been crazy in love with Alejandro Lus Madrid. Crazy being the operative word. Her father had warned her. She should have listened.
For all of its turmoil, she preferred clinging to the now-romantic past rather than facing the uncertain, terrifying present and future. Prom night had been such a disaster. When most of her friends were going to all-night parties in Santa Rosa, Alex took her home well before midnight. The front lights were turned on, and not discreetly. Her father had probably changed the 60-watt bulb to a 250 while she was gone. Even the inside lights were on that night.
There was plenty of light for her to see how angry Alex was. But his expression revealed something deeper than just anger. She could feel the hurt that lay hidden behind the cold, remote expression on his face. She thought hed just walk away then. Unfortunately, he didnt intend to do so before he had his say. I knew it was a mistake to ever ask you out.
The words struck like a shotgun blast to her heart. He wasnt finished. Im not some character in a Shakespearean tragedy, Sierra. Im not Romeo to your Juliet. And I didnt ask you out because I wanted to play around! He turned away with that and almost reached the steps before she could speak past the tears choking her. I love you, Alex.
He turned around then and looked at her. Whatd you say? His eyes were dark and hot, still mad at herwith good cause. She hadnt considered what her silence would cost him. All she had thought about was avoiding a confrontation with her father. Alex stood waiting. II said I love you.
Say it in Spanish, he told her in the same tone he had used when tutoring her. She swallowed, wondering if he only meant to humiliate her
Infrequently over the years, he had fallen back into his first language during times of powerful emotions. He had spoken Spanish when he made love to her on their wedding night and again when she told him she was pregnant. He had wept and spoken Spanish in the wee hours of the morning when Clanton had pushed his way into the world, and again when Carolyn was born. And he had spoken Spanish in tears on the night her father died. But that night on the porch, they both forgot about the lights. In fact, they both forgot everything until the front door was jerked open and her father ordered him gone.
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