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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Do you think the work is too hard? Charlie was instantly concerned, and then embarrassed.
No, Sean said, ignoring her heated cheeks. The work is fine. You have some of the best equipment Ive ever seen.
They ate in silence for a time and then Sean nonchalantly brought up the primer.
Charlotte, I wanted to talk to you about the book I had you buy yesterday.
I think I want to go see Sadie tonight.
Sean knew he shouldnt have been surprised by this, but he was. How long was she going to avoid him? It was a question that went unanswered because Sean decided once again to let the matter drop. Charlie was good at her word, and as soon as the dishes were done, they headed to Sadies.
Whats this for? Sadie held out the coins that Charlie had just placed in her lap. Sean was having a piece of pie in the kitchen, and Charlie had gone in search of her aunt. She had found her in the small room Sadie called her private parlor.
Im not good with picking out fabrics.
Fabric for what?
Charlie frowned, not really wanting to tell, but not seeing that she had any choice.
A dress.
For you?
Charlie nodded without looking at her aunt. Sadies fingers went under her nieces chin so she would have to look at her.
Whats going on?
Charlie shrugged and then softly explained what Duncan had said to them. I think hes right, and I dont have a thing to wear to church.
So you think you would actually care if Sean had to go back to the gallows?
Charlie frowned at her aunt. Of course I would; hes the only blacksmith Ive got.
Sadie chuckled. I guess he is at that. How silly of me to think you might be feeling something for him.
Tears filled Charlies eyes, and Sadie was instantly contrite. Im sorry honey. I shouldnt tease you. Ill go first thing tomorrow and get the fabric. In fact, let me measure you right now, and Ill have a dress ready for you to try on tomorrow night.
Really?
Really, Sadie said with a smile, thinking that Charlie looked young again for the first time in years.
Sadie?
Yes?
Can we please not tell Sean?
Sadie looked surprised, and then her eyes grew round with feigned ignorance. Tell Sean what?
Charlie gave her aunt a hug. Sadie went out to check on her nieces husband and give him another piece of pie. Then the two women slipped quietly into Sadies sewing room so Charlie could be measured.
There isnt much to you under all these baggy clothes, is there?
Charlie looked down at her small figure under a nearly worn-out camisole. You think Ill look all right in the dress?