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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Sean entered the room and glanced at Charlie as she worked over her books. He sat on the sofa and picked up the paper. Hed read just a few sentences of one article when he felt her eyes on him. He looked over and forced his eyes to lock with hers.
Are you all right?
I think so, he answered honestly. Thank you for getting the supplies so I could write.
Youre welcome, Charlie answered and then hesitated. Do you think theyll write back?
Im sure they will.
Then you didnt tell them about the bank robbery?
Sean understood instantly. She was talking about conditional love, probably the only kind she had ever known. He chose his words carefully.
I did tell them about the robbery and the hanging. They will be upset that I was almost hanged, but its been so long since Ive been in touch I think theyll be glad Im alive and that I wrote to them.
So youre not afraid theyll never want to see you again?
No, that thought never entered my mind.
Charlie was quiet for a long time, and Sean just stared at her. Your family must be a very understanding one. Sean watched as she went back to her accounts, a sign that the conversation was over.
What type of family life had she known? The question moved through Seans mind for some minutes before he went back to his paper. As he did, he spotted the school primer sitting on the living room table. His eyes swung once again to Charlie, and he wondered how she even handled her account books. Sean sighed mentally. He knew he couldnt possibly bring it up tonight, but at some point he had to offer to teach his wife to read.
twenty-two
At breakfast the following morning, Seans attempt to bring up the school primer failed. Charlie became very brisk and said she wanted to open early since they had been late the day before. Sean headed to the post office to post his letter and then to the livery, praying for a chance to talk with her.
There were several opportunities during the day, but each time Charlie avoided Sean neatly. As the day wore on, Sean became more determined to discover if Charlie was upset with him or just did not want to learn to read. He decided to wait until evening, when she had no place to go, and ask her outright.
Who does the cooking for the hotel? Sean asked as they sat down to their evening meal
Ruths mom, Charlie replied.
Shes a great cook.
Most of the town thinks so, and of course her husband does too.
I havent met him, have I?
You must not have, because you would remember. His size alone will tell you that hes his wifes biggest fan.
I could fatten up on your cooking too, Sean commented. Fortunately I work it all off during the day.