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Rigg stood for a moment, feeling like he needed to catch his breath.
I have a letter, but I think I should warn you
Is he alive? the older man cut him off, his voice hoarse.
Yes.
Then nothing else matters.
Rigg passed the letter to Patrick and waited while he read. As soon as he had read it silently, he read it aloud to his sister, who cried in her handkerchief for some minutes. The room was silent until Maureen contained herself. Then Rigg spoke.
Is there anything I can do?
Yes, Patrick replied. You can come with me to tell the captain of the Silver Angel that I wont need passage, and then to the stage office so I can buy a ticket for Visalia.
twenty-six
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God.
Sean could only read the first two verses from the book of John before his eyes filled with tears. He knew Charlie had supper on the table, but he felt an urgency to spend a few moments in Gods Word. He bowed his head and prayed before he left the room. Sean thanked God for his life, his wife, and his family before his mind swung back to Charlotte and dwelt there.
I dont know if this is love, God, he whispered, but I care for her so much. Please help Charlotte to understand that she needs to know Your Son personally. Please save her and use us to Your glory.
The moment these words were out of his mouth, Sean envisioned them leaving for Hawaii. He stood from his kneeling place next to the bed and gazed out the window like a man in a trance.
Back to Hawaii! Oh, God, Sean cried softly, could that thought be from You, because nothing would make me happier than for me to return to Hawaii with Charlotte, so we could work with Father.
Sean took a moment more to give his future to God and in doing so felt an indescribable peace fall over him. He knew he couldnt tell Charlie how he felt, but he also knew that if the thought had come from the Lord, then He would work it out.
Sean, Charlie called from outside the door. Hed taken more time than he thought. He opened the door to see her waiting in the hall.
Are you all right?
Im fine, Charlotte. I was reading my Bible. Did I keep you long?
No, but I did wonder what had happened to you. Sadie expects us for baths tonight, and Im tired. Id like to get over there and home before it gets too late.
Charlie talked as she led the way to the supper table where the young couple sat down and ate. Their conversation was light. Then over dishes, Charlie brought up a subject that nearly made Sean drop the plate he was drying.