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Charlie could do nothing more than stare at him. She had been so intent on her own misery that she never once considered how Sean might be feeling.
Tansys clothing always showed off her full breasts and tiny waist, and for the first time Charlie had felt like an old crow in her presence. Tansys nails were attractively long, and her hands were never rough like those of a livery owners. The woman had stood back while Sean seated her, and then thanked him by leaning close and whispering something in his ear.
Charlie had not waited for anyone to seat her, and she felt her face burn as one of the older women at the table raised a wrinkled brow in her direction. From that point on, Charlie couldnt watch anything that went on across the table.
Does she, Charlotte?
The question brought Charlie back to earth. No. She works at the hotel, and actually shes never here on Sundays. I think shes been under the weather and taking a few days off work.
Sean relaxed, and Charlie searched for something to say. She spotted her aunts paper.
You didnt get to finish the newspaper. Why dont you sit down and read Sadies?
Sean took up the offer and settled back down on the sofa. There was probably more they should have said to each other regarding Tansys behavior, but Sean watched Charlie reach for a catalog on a nearby table, so he began to read the paper.
There was no conversation. The only noise was the gentle rattle of paper as Sean turned from page to page. He glanced over a few times to see that Charlie seemed to be stuck on one page in the catalog. It was a listing of blacksmith supplies.
Cant decide which one you like?
No, I guess I cant. I hate it when they dont show pictures of all of them.
Doesnt it describe the difference next to the prices?
Charlie hesitated for only a second. I think it probably does, but I cant read.
Thankful her gaze was on the catalog for a few seconds longer, Sean was given time to school his features.
Want me to read it to you?
You dont mind?
Not at all. His voice was gentle.
Charlie scooted closer and handed the catalog to her husband. The front brim of her hat was flipped back and she looked up expectantly as Sean began to read. After starting to read he glanced down to see if she was listening, and for the first time noticed the beautiful color of her eyesa deep hazel.
He read the whole page with an occasional question from Charlie, and then asked if she wanted him to go on.
No, you read everything I need to know. Ill just look at the pictures for a while.