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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Charlie had been in Santa Rosa for about eight days when the dam that carefully held her emotions in check shattered. It was a Sunday morning, and while still in the bedroom getting dressed for the day Sean innocently teased her about once again falling asleep when conversation was going on around her.
To Seans utter amazement, Charlie burst into tears. He apologized several times, but she seemed inconsolable. Staying with her until the harsh sobs had passed, Sean left her still crying softly on the edge of the bed to tell Kate they would not be joining the family for church.
When he returned to the room, he found that she was once again readying for church. In a soft voice Sean told her that he didnt think they should go; they needed some time alone to talk. Sean stood helpless as she once again erupted into tears.
He stood back for only an instant before going to her and taking her in his arms. With gentle movements he removed her dress and slipped her back into the nightgown she had just changed from. Charlie was still crying into the handkerchief that Sean had pressed into her hands when Sean lifted her and put her back beneath the covers of the bed.
He expected her to fall back to sleep immediately, but after some minutes, with her eyes still closed and voice shuddering, she began to speak.
I cant do it, Sean, I just cant do it. I cant remember anyones name, and I think theyre offended when I forget. My back hurts constantly. And its almost Christmas! We dont have gifts for anyone. Im tired all the time. Im so tired.
Sean listened to all of this in silence and then climbed onto the bed beside her. He smoothed the hair away from her wet cheek and used the handkerchief to dry her face. She had developed a body-shaking case of the hiccups by the time Seans arms were back around her.
Youre frightened about a lot of things, Charlotte, and I hate to think how long youve been keeping all of this to yourself. His voice was compassionate and coaxing.
I want you to be proud of me. Her voice faltered with suppressed sobs. I dont want to do anything to stand in the way of our going to Hawaii.
No man could be more proud of his wife than I am, he told her with tender assurance. And as far as Hawaii goes, Im glad you brought it up because Ive been praying about that very subject.
Charlie shifted so she could look at Seans face. Youve changed your mind? You dont think Ill be a good missionary?