This may be the last time, I post a chapter for this story, for a few
reasons, but it will still be available on amazon.
C H A P T E R F O U R
Charlotte had been taken into the house and was shown her room. It wasn’t at all what her old room was like. Her old room had silk bed blankets instead of a plain quilt. It had a huge window with its own window seat. Here, there was only one window, that was small and had a view of the horse pasture. Charlotte preferred the city. That night, she cried in her bed just thinking about it.
“Charlotte! Dinner time!”
Charlotte groaned. She wasn’t hungry. And besides, she didn’t want to see that filthy farm boy. More like a farm animal. She thought.
But she inhaled a deep breath and decided to go downstairs and eat anyway.
When she arrived, Henry was the seat right across from her. He stared her down until she stuck out her tongue, when Travis and Rachel weren’t looking. But Henry did it back, and did something that made Charlotte scream.
“Mr. Thompson!”
“Yes, Charlotte, what’s wrong?”
“He just spit across the table! And it touched my food!” Charlotte cried. Her face was red and hot.
Henry burst out laughing. “Sorry, Pa. But I had to. It was just an empty opportunity.”
“Henry—” Travis sighed an annoyed sigh. “We do not spit on our guests food. Obviously, Charlotte is not going to want to eat it now, so what should we do?” He asked him.
“We make her eat it?”
Travis rubbed his forehead. “No. You’re going to have to eat it now.”
“But she’s already touched it!”
“Well, you’re just gonna have to trade.”
“I can’t.”
“Why is that?”
“I spit on my food too.”
Rachel looked at Travis. If they kept talking, it would never end.
“Henry.” Rachel began. “Why did you spit on your own food?”
Henry grinned. “So no one would take it.”
It was bedtime. Rachel came up to Charlotte’s room to say goodnight. She apologized for Henry’s behavior.
Charlotte looked away. She knew Rachel might be sorry, but Henry never would.
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