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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
My mother was a teacher. My oldest sister also taught before she started having children, and my younger sister has planned on becoming a teacher for as long as I can remember. Ive always taken my reading skills for granted, but there were times when I think they saved my life.
When we lived in Hawaii there was never enough to read. After coming to San Francisco and living with my Aunt Maureen, I learned what it was like to have a daily newspaper. Ive always loved to read, and when I wasnt eating or out seeing the city, I could be found in my aunts library, reading anything I could get my hands on.
Then my mother died and my father left for the islands. I remember my sisters and I devoured every word of every newspaper available. I think the pain of my mothers death would have overwhelmed me if I hadnt had something to do with my mind. I wasnt trying to forget her, but dwelling on her loss wasnt doing me any good either. So I read.
Rarely was a page turned that I didnt thank my mother, because she was the one who taught me to read. And Charlotte, I want to teach you.
Seans hands slid back to her upper arms and he held her before him so he could look into her eyes.
I want to open the world of words to you, Charlotte, because I think everyone should know how to read, and because there isnt a more precious gift I could give you in all the earth.
What if Im too stupid to learn?
Theres nothing stupid about you.
Sean spoke with such sincerity that Charlie blinked. She did pick up on things rather quickly, but she had never stayed in school long enough to know if she could learn to read. Her grandfather had felt it unnecessary. You know your numbers, Charlie, and enough words to get by. Thats all Ive ever learned. Its enough, he used to say.
Will you let me teach you to read?
The question jerked Charlie back to the present, and before she could change her mind, she nodded her head. Sean grinned and pulled her into his arms again. After giving her a tender squeeze, he took her hand and led her back through the kitchen and into the living room, ignoring the unfinished dishes.
A mere moment went by before he had lit the lamp, retrieved the primer, and settled with her on the sofa. Sean read to her from the front of the book and then showed her the letters printed within.
Charlie didnt catch everything he said because she was so busy looking at him. She didnt know that men like Sean Donovan existed.