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Werent you listening to the things he said? Charlie fumed, trying another tactic. The things he said about you?
I was listening. Again he was infuriatingly calm, his voice almost gentle.
Charlie stopped struggling then and let herself relax against her husbands chest. She felt his chin come to rest on the top of her hat and wished for the first time ever that she wasnt wearing it.
What am I going to do with you, Sean Donovan? Charlie asked with a sigh. Youre polite to everyone, even your enemies.
Had he physically attacked you, Charlotte, I would have knocked him across the street, but that was nothing more than the pitiful rambling of a drunk. Seans voice was compassionate, and Charlie was more confused than ever.
Charlie turned in her husbands arms, which had loosened to allow her room. She tipped her head back and tried to see him in the now complete darkness.
What am I going to do with you, Sean? This time the words were whispered, and the answer was just as soft.
Im sure youll think of something.
Without further words Charlie pushed away from her husbands embrace. Sean let her go, but was more than a little tempted to pull her back. He followed her home in silence, but until he fell asleep much later, his mind dwelt on how lovely she had been to hold.
twenty-three
I cant be falling for her. Its too soon. Sean had been repeating these words to himself for days, and still he was no closer to being convinced than the first time he had said them.
A week had gone by since Charlie had tried to kick Murphy. Charlies dress had not been quite ready, so she hadnt mentioned going to church again. And even though Sean wanted very much to be in the house of the Lord, his mind was so full of his wife that attending services seemed less important right then.
All Sean had been able to do for the first few days of his marriage was thank God he was alive. But soon he had begun to notice the woman to whom he found himself married. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect her to be a woman who possessed so many of the qualities he admired.
That her life had been no bed of roses was obvious in many ways. She rarely asked for help or allowed Sean to wait on her. She never complained about the hard work or mentioned the past, but there were times when Sean would help her in some small way and immediately find himself under her scrutiny. She would stare at him as though figuring out what type of man he was, was the most important thing on earth.