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Sean seemed preoccupied for the next two days. He and Charlie prayed together at every meal and then before bed, but his heart was so burdened for Hartley (and how clearly he remembered being in the jail cell himself) that he was a bit quiet and withdrawn.
Charlie didnt know what to say or do for her husband, so she too was quiet. Quite unexpectedly, Kaitlin came to the rescue by sending a box just for Charlie.
Lunch is here, Sean, Charlie called to her spouse, who went immediately to wash up for the meal. They had thanked God for the food and begun to eat when Petes son, from the general store, arrived with the box.
My dad asked me to bring this over. Its for you, Charlie, from Santa Rosa.
Charlie didnt do anything more than look at the box, even when the boy placed it at her feet and went on his way. She glanced at it several times, and then felt her husbands eyes on her.
Arent you going to see what it is?
I think Ill wait until after lunch.
Sean was a bit surprised that she wasnt more curious, and for the first time since Hartley had been caught he realized how little conversation theyd had in the last two days.
He was on the verge of telling her his feelings when they were interrupted by a customer who wanted his horse shod. The afternoon gave no time for anything save hard work. Again, conversation between man and wife was delayed.
At closing time, Charlie went to the house to set the table for supper, and Sean closed up the livery. He took one final look around before heading toward the door, and thats when he spotted Charlies box. He tucked it under one arm and went to have his meal.
The box wasnt mentioned until after the supper dishes had been washed and dried. It had been Seans night to wash, and Charlie, thinking he had finished up and gone into the living room, turned away from hanging her drying towel to find he was sitting back at the kitchen table, the box next to him, watching her.
She looked decidedly uncomfortable, and Seans mind raced to figure out why. And as Charlie had done so many times past, she put Seans questions to rest with the first sentence out of her mouth.
Why do you suppose your sister sent me a box and not you, her own brother?
Well, Sean thought a moment. She already sent me one, and theres nothing else I really need. He smiled encouragingly and pushed the box in her direction.
Charlie looked unconvinced. She touched it tentatively and then with a quick look at Sean, opened the top.