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Sean remembered her then. She reminded him of his Aunt Maureen in San Francisco. Shed brought breakfast the morning after he had been arrested. Sean now saw the family resemblance in his barber. They were both round with graying hair and had full faces that brimmed with good health.
Seans face was covered with lather before he could even say thank you, and within the space of about five minutes he was staring at a face he hadnt seen in months. He looked 17 again. What would Charlotte say?
Hed know soon enough since the barber was brushing him off and seeing him to the door. Sean stepped out onto the boardwalk. Replacing his cap, which fit differently without all the hair, Sean headed in the direction of the general store.
Charlie held a shirt up in front of her and wondered again if it was the right size. She had taken special note of how big his clothes were when shed washed them, but now she felt uncertain. Preoccupied, it took a moment for her to realize someone had come up to stand behind her.
Sean watched her glance his way and then turn back to the shirt in her hands. An instant later her head whipped back around, eyes locked on his face. He watched as she took a hasty step backward, and quickly reached to steady her as she would have fallen into a low barrel of peanuts. He noted absently that his fingers met around her upper arm.
Are you all right?
Yes. Charlie hated how breathless she sounded. You just surprised me.
Im sorry.
Its all right; in fact, Im glad youre here. You need to tell me which of these will fit.
Theres no need to guess. Try it on, a mans voice called from behind the counter. I wouldnt be able to resell it if people knew youd taken it and brought it back.
The implication was not lost on either of them. Charlies temper immediately flared, but Sean simply scooped up several shirts and headed into a small curtained room.
How dare you talk to him like that, Pete!
Its the truth, Charlie, and you know it. Hes a criminal and people are going to be wary.
Well, hes never stolen a thing from your store, so theres no call to act like that. And another thing, hes my husband. I give a lot of business to this store, and if youre not going to treat Sean fairly, Ill start going across the street!
Pete held his hands up in genuine contrition. Im sorry, Charlie. Im just thinking of my need to make a living, and you know how it is in this town. Guilty or not, in the eyes of the people hes no good.
Because he was right, Charlie softened. Im sorry I snapped at you. Today were in here to shop with honest coins and just want to be treated fairly.