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Sean, believing he could consume five times the amount on his plate, found himself suddenly queasy. He ate slowly of the beef stew before him, and when Charlie tried to pass him half of her biscuit, he declined. Though he found himself hoping there would be more food in the future, for now he was thankful that he had no more to tackle.
The meal was eaten in silence. By the time Charlie rose, Sean was also finished, and he watched as she put their plates in a large pan. She turned and spoke her last words of the evening.
We start work at 6:00, so youd better get some rest.
Ill do that. Thank you for supper, Sean said softly. Goodnight, Charlotte.
Charlie frowned again at the use of her name before watching him leave. The frown caused Sean to wonder what he had done this time.
Seans body was trembling with fatigue and something else he couldnt name by the time he crawled beneath the blanket on his bed. Even though the bed was too small, it felt wonderful to relax his tense muscles.
In a state of physical exhaustion, Sean thought he would fall right to sleep, but again the days events began to play through his mind. One moment he was about to be hanged, and the next he was married. In quick succession the faces of Father, Rigg, Kaitlin, Marcail, Gretchen, and Molly all floated through his mind. Someday he might see them again. The thought was too much for him.
His hand came to the tender line on his neck where the rope had rubbed. This time he let the fear and helplessness come fully to mind. Tears flooded his eyes. He had cried in the jail cell right before the hanging, but these tears, in the house of a stranger who now happened to be his wife, made the earlier tears seem minor in comparison.
Seans entire body shook with sobs, and he was unaware of the hoarse cries that issued from his throat. He thought he would never gain control, and in fact, didnt even try. He wept and thanked God he was alive, allowing himself for the first time to really believe it.
Unknown to Sean, Charlie stood in the middle of her bedroom and listened to his cries. Her face was a mask of shock and confusion. Before this time she would have said that the sound of a mans tears would disgust her, but not now, not this mans.
Charlies heart was hard, but something was beginning to tear inside of her. She told herself that if he didnt stop soon, he was going to make her cry. And that was something she was sure couldnt happen, since she hadnt cried in years.
She listened until the tears stopped, and wondered what type of man her husband really was.
My husband, Charlie said out loud, as if she had just realized this fact. She whispered, What have I done?