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- About the Author
I know you do, probably more than most of us realize, but that man who has come to be your husband arrived with only the clothes on his back. If you dont need my money, then take some of your own and buy him an extra set of clothes and a haircut if hes so inclined. Honestly, Charlie, he cant even take those clothes off to wash them without having to go naked!
Charlie nodded, realizing Duncan was right. The job of smith was very hard on clothing, and Charlie again felt badly at not noticing Seans lack.
Hows the face?
What? Charlie had completely forgotten that Duncan was sitting there, so intent was she on Seans clothing.
Are you sure youre all right?
The tiny redhead shook her head. Im fine, Duncan, Charlie told him with a sigh.
I think you should press charges.
Oh, Duncan! Charlie was now exasperated. The way you carry on youd think Id never been hit before.
Now it was Duncans turn to frown. He knew she spoke the truth, but it was her resignation to the fact that bothered him. A few minutes later Duncan excused himself, but his mind was still centered on Charlie Donovan, and he prayed with all his heart that Sean would make a difference in her life.
Sean had to force back the groan he felt rising in his throat as he made his body sit down to supper. Every muscle in his arms and back was screaming. He couldnt remember the last time he had put in such a long, hard day.
Sean ate his chicken and corn, unaware of the way his wife watched him. She thought he looked ready to fall asleep in his plate. He was also filthy.
If the conditions on that paper state that I have to stand back while some man hits my wife, then you can go ahead and hang me. Charlie believed that if she lived to be a hundred, she would never forget those words, uttered so protectively. They made her want to do something for him in return.
My aunt runs the boardinghouse at the end of the block.
Sean looked up from his plate, wondering how he should reply to this, but Charlie went on.
I dont have a tub, and she fixes me a bath anytime I want one. Sean continued to stare at her, and Charlie frowned a bit. If you want, we can head over so you can have a bath tonight.
Sean wanted to weep with relief. He could barely tolerate his own stench. Instead he replied simply, I would appreciate that.
Nothing more was said on the matter. When they were both finished with supper, Charlie led the way to a boxy, three-story house and without knocking, let them in the rear door.
fifteen
Is that you, Charlie? The voice came from somewhere in the bowels of the large house. Sean stood still while Charlie moved through the kitchen and beyond.