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Sean sighed with relief over the question. Charlie had been very quiet since Sunday morning, and Sean simply didnt know how to ask her what she was thinking. It was Wednesday, and they were relaxing in the living room of their small home as the sun sank low in the sky.
Yes, I believe it. Is there something in particular youre questioning?
Charlie looked embarrassed and then quietly admitted, Im not really sure theres even Someone up there, let alone talking as though God was in the same room with me.
Why dont you think God exists?
Charlie shrugged. He never answered my prayers when I was young, so I knew He wasnt there and just stopped praying.
Sean wasnt sure what to say. He believed that Gods will was perfect, even when it hurt, but how did you explain that to someone whose faith was nonexistent?
What types of things did you pray about? Sean felt he had picked a safe question and was certain when a smile came over his wifes face.
I wanted a pony of my very own, Charlie sighed. All the horses were always so big for me, and I wanted one I could mount and ride on my own. But a pony wouldnt have been an asset to the business, so Grandpa said no.
Sean was quiet, hoping that she would continue. He never suspected that his feelings, already very protective, would forever deepen in their intensity.
I also asked God to make my grandfather stop hitting me. Charlie didnt look at Sean as she continued, It seemed that I couldnt do anything right when I was growing up, and Grandpas answer was always an openhanded blow. Sadie said it wasnt me, that he was just like that. He used to slap her all the time too.
Sadie also believes that he hit my mother so hard that she died having me. My mother would never tell him who my father was, and even though shed always been his favorite child, Grandpa wouldnt forgive her.
Sadie married Harry just to get away from Grandpa, and they had a good life together. They even tried to take me in, but Grandpa fell in love with my red hair. Even though he acted like he hated me half of the time, he wouldnt let me go.
Charlie had stared out the window for this emotionless recital, and Sean couldnt take his eyes from her. How could anyone have mistreated this girl? How could anyone have laid a violent hand on this woman? They were sharing the sofa, and an instant later, Sean, overcome with his newfound emotions, covered the distance that separated them and took his wife in his arms.
Charlie whispered in his ear as she let him hold her close, Im all right, Sean.
Well, Im not, he whispered back and settled her head more comfortably on his shoulder. Im not going to let anyone else hurt you.