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Charlie smiled at the compliment, and Sean leaned back in the seat to watch what he could see of her profile. He began to wonder why she was so seldom without her hat. And why, when she obviously had such a prosperous business, she didnt buy clothes that fit.
Her blouse was so full it seemed she might be able to fit another person inside, and her skirt, although the proper length, seemed to have an unusual number of gathers at the waist. The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. After all, she had a very physical job, and to be confined by tight clothing could hinder her work.
Charlie talked as the buggy moved through town. She told Sean about the different people in the area, and once in a while asked Sean questions, but the conversation never ventured to the personal. It was a very relaxed time, and Sean was a little surprised when he suddenly realized Charlie was pulling up in front of Sadies.
His feeling of contentment evaporated. At that moment, Sean was certain he could relate to those long-ago Christians as they entered the arena filled with hungry lions.
nineteen
Tansy Lang was a flirt, and she made no apology about it. Since she worked in the hotel dining room, it was unusual that she would even be at Sadies table for dinner on Sunday, but she was there, making Sean wish he wasnt. He had prayed so specifically, asking God to help him bear up under the hostile looks and words he was sure to find. But nothing could have prepared him for Tansy.
She seemed to find it exciting that hed robbed a bank, and in her high-pitched voice told him so at least ten times. Her dress did a fine job of exposing her cleavage. But it didnt seem to be enough for Tansy, who was intent on drawing Seans attention to her chest by leaning toward him every few moments. He finally trained his eyes across the table on his wife, who wouldnt look at him, and tried valiantly to get through the meal.
There were six other people at the table besides Sadie, Tansy, Charlie, and himself, but Tansy, who was seated next to him, had so monopolized the entire conversation that Sean had no idea how people felt about his presence.
After the meal, which Sean barely tasted, Sadie directed him and Charlie to a small sitting room back by the kitchen. He was thankful that no one else joined them as they sat down on the long sofa. An uncomfortable silence enveloped them.
Charlotte, Sean spoke up because he couldnt let the question wait. Does Tansy eat lunch here every Sunday?
Charlie was so shocked by the question that she didnt immediately answer. Sean suddenly stood up, his agitation very clear.
Because if she does, he went on, I wont be back.