GOOD HOPE CHURCH
really don't think that it was a good idea for me to come here," Charles
muttered to Annabelle as he sipped his punch. "These people are
watching us like hawks."
"Oh, you know how they
are," Annabelle cooed as she carefully stroked his back. "The
people in this town thrive on any little bit of gossip they can find or make
up. The fact that you're a Callison only makes it worse. You have to
remember that, although there are many advantages to having that name, there are
"I realize that.
It's something I've dealt with for years." He rested his chin in his
hand as he let his mind drift. "But all of their curious looks just
remind me that I've done something horrible. I can't forgive myself for
how I've hurt Francis. How can I expect them to act any
"But, Charles, there were
so many different things involved." She moved closer to him
and gazed deeply into his eyes. "You weren't in complete control of
your senses. You can't be held accountable because of that."
"I know I was drunk,
Annabelle. I know that under normal circumstances, I might have acted
differently." He turned away from her in an attempt to hide his
shame. "However, that doesn't change the fact that I what I did was
wrong. I have to take full responsibility for that! If I
hadn't have wanted to do what we did, no amount of alcohol would've forced me to
betray my wife."
Annabelle smiled inwardly to
herself. "Well, if Francis can't forgive one little
"That wasn't a little
mistake!" he snapped as he spun around to face her. "That was a
mistake that destroyed my life!"
"Well, if it was such a
big mistake," Annabelle said pointedly as she leaned back and folded her
arms across her chest, "then why are you still seeing me and not begging
your wife to take you back?"