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Sean found himself speculating on Charlies grandfather a good deal of the time, since he had clearly played such a large part in who Charlie had become. Hed had a good head for business, that much Sean knew, but what had he been like as a person? Sean was unaware both of the new insight he would gain and how swiftly it would come.
The day had flown by as usual, and Sean spent some extra time at the well cleaning up for supper. He knew that Charlie would have the table prepared and the meal set out by the time he arrived. He planned to mention the primer when they did the dishes.
They talked about the customers theyd had that day and even laughed about Sean getting stepped on by a workhorse.
You can laugh, he teased her. You werent the one whose foot was being crushed by a thousand pounds of horse.
He looked so comfortable too, Charlie said, her eyes lighting. As if he could have stood there all day.
He probably didnt even know my foot was down there.
Thats true. Theres not a malicious bone in Tinys body.
Who in the world named him Tiny? Sean asked as he pictured the gigantic animal in his mind. Tinys hoofs were the size of large dinner plates.
His owner is quite a character. He has a goat he milks every day whose name is George Washington, and a male dog named Dolly Madison.
They shared the light moment together, and then rose to clean up. It was Seans turn to dry the dishes. He waited only until Charlie handed him the first plate before he brought up the book.
Charlotte, I want to talk to you about the school primer. She looked startled, and Sean went on in a very gentle voice. If you want me to return it, I will, but first I want to tell you something.
No, I dont think thats a good idea. Charlies voice was one of near panic.
Charlotte, Sean called after her as she darted out of the kitchen and down the hall. With the drying cloth still in his hand, he followed.
Charlie would have shut her bedroom door, but Sean came through behind her and made the action impossible. She never dreamed he would follow her, and quickly looked about for something to do. She couldnt pick up a catalog and pretend to read, because he knew she couldnt. She didnt sew very well, so mending was out. Charlie settled on rearranging her dresser drawers.
Charlotte, I just want to talk with you, Sean said from his place near the dresser where hed followed her, the drying cloth now thrown over his shoulder. Im not trying to make you feel bad because you cant read, and if youll just look at me for a moment I can tell you what I have in mind.