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Weve got to look at how far shes come already, Duncan told her assuredly. When you think how quickly theyve made their situation livable, it does make you want to see it as the miracle of which Sean talks.
Suddenly Lora hugged him back. Thank you, Lucas. I needed to hear that.
Still wrapped in one anothers embrace, they took a moment to pray, each thanking God for bringing the Donovans into their world and for whatever purpose He had in doing so.
thirty-five
Charlie had not touched or spoken ten words to her husband since leaving the Duncans. Sean tried to bring her out, but she refused to talk to him.
By Friday night Sean was at the end of his tether. He knew Duncan was waiting for his answer, and even though he wanted to please his wife, this was something he had to do. If only she would talk to him.
Sean pulled the double doors in the front of the livery shut and went to his wife, who was making an expectant mare comfortable for the night.
Charlotte, can we please talk? Sean had started the conversation just that way on many occasions, and as before, Charlie ignored him. But Sean had had enough. When Charlie moved away from him he reached for her, but Charlie had second-guessed him and begun to run. A second later she found herself tackled in a stall full of sweet-smelling hay.
She struggled under her husbands weight, but he held her easily. In fact, he simply captured her hands within his own, buried his face in the side of her neck, and waited for her to stop struggling.
It took a little time, but Sean began to feel the tenseness leave her body. The hands he held began to hold him back and Charlie angled her head so that she could kiss her husbands forehead.
Please dont go, she finally whispered.
I have to.
Then let me go with you.
Thats out of the question.
Sean heard her sigh. Sean, Im afraid you wont come back alive.
I know you are, Sean said simply.
Charlie fell silent again. Youre not afraid of death, are you?
No. Ive settled my eternity with God.
Charlie began to struggle this time so suddenly that Sean let go of her. He watched in surprise as she sprang up and faced him, her hands doubled into fists at her sides.
I wish someone would tell me what that means! She was a picture of frustration, and Sean could only gawk as she turned and stormed from the livery.
All this time he had been expecting her to show interest in the things of the Lord, waiting for her to ask questions, when she hadnt even understood what she had been hearing.