Nearly all businesses were closed on this special centennial day, and the livery was no exception. It felt just like Sunday to the Donovans, and they took advantage of the time to lounge in bed and talk. For the first time in days the conversation was not about Hartley.

I love the letter your sister included with the clothes she sent. Im going to write back to her this week.

I should have known why Kate wanted to know your size.

She asked you about my size? Charlie was surprised.

That she did. Both she and Marcail have a weakness for frilly underclothes, and I think they figure all women do.

You must have told her the terrible shape all my clothes are in.

Charlie! Sean was shocked. I would never tell my sister such a personal thing.

I guess you wouldnt. She sounded apologetic.

But while were on the subject, Sean went on, why dont you buy some more new underthings? Youre always picking up new things for me, but neglecting your own wardrobe.

I just dont care to shop for myself, and I dont have an eye for just the right thing like Sadie does. Do you hate my things an awful lot?

I dont hate them at all, but everything has holes in it. Its not as if business is slow and we cant afford it.

Thats true. Does your sister order her things through the mail?

No. Rigg carries everything imaginable for the mercantile, and Katie and Marcail usually have their pick. Seans voice had softened, and Charlie became very attentive.

You miss them, dont you?

More than I can say, he admitted. Kate usually organized a picnic on the Fourth of July, and then of course there were always fireworks.

I know it wont be the same, but well have fireworks tonight. Everyone says theyre to be spectacular, since its the centennial celebration! Charlie spoke enthusiastically, trying to erase the lonely look from her husbands face.

Sean was quiet, and Charlie rolled on her pillow so she could better see his face. He appeared resigned to the situation, but she could see the sorrow in his eyes. It took a moment for Sean to realize he was under her scrutiny, but Charlie spoke before he could question her.

Five years is a long time, isnt it?

Yes, it is, but in light of never seeing them again, its no time at all.

If you could leave town, Sean, I would try to get someone to take the livery.

Thank you, darling, Sean said simply, reaching to hold her and thinking the subject was settled. But Charlie had more on her mind.

Sean, if you didnt have to be here for five years, would you want us to move away? Charlie didnt know why she asked; she just needed to know.