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He prayed silently as the couple finished, asking God as he had last night and all this morning to ease the way between Sean and himself. He knew he deserved his sons anger, but he also knew that he would go nowhere until things between them were settled. Sean had been so silent the night before that Patrick had no gauge as to how long that could take. He prayed that his emotions as well as his finances would hold.
The task complete, Sean emerged from the stall, effectively breaking into his fathers thoughts. Again Patrick spoke the first words that came to mind.
Your grandfather was a blacksmith back in Ireland, Sean. I dont know if you remember me telling you that.
Actually, Id forgotten, Seans said, surprise filling his voice. Then the memories flooded back. You helped him from the time you could walk.
Thats right, I didright up to the day before I left for America.
An uncomfortable silence fell for the space of a few heartbeats, and then Sean began to show his father around the livery. Patrick was as impressed as Sean had been on his first day. Charlie joined them, and Sean moved from stall to stall with his arm around his wife. It was a comfort to touch her; his life with her seemed more concrete to him than being able to call this man Father.
The day was not as uncomfortable as Sean would have thought. In fact, although impersonal, the next three days were very relaxed. Patrick spelled Charlie in the livery whenever he could, and Charlie, although she missed Seans company, left father and son alone often, knowing they needed to talk.
Charlie could have stayed without worrying. In the end, the showdown between father and son was to come at a time no one could have predicted.
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It felt very odd for Sean to be taking his father to church. He wondered at the tenseness he felt, and then realized how much he craved his fathers approval of the church he attended.
As the pastor had said, they were once again studying the life of Jesus Christ. Each time Sean looked down at his own Bible, his eyes drifted to his fathers lap and the Bible resting there, remembering the Christmas his mother had given it to him.
Sean had been about nine that Christmas, and very interested in boats and sailing. He simply couldnt understand why his mother was so excited to be giving her husband a new Bible. A Bible? Surely his father would be disappointed. To Seans surprise, he wasnt.
On Christmas morning it was the last gift to be opened, and Sean had watched his mother sit on the edge of her chair. He had no idea how long she had waited for that Bible to arrive, praying it would be on time and undamaged.