"You are going to work? You mean as a waitress in that place?" Absalom asked as Charity pulled a jacket over her plain tee.
Looking at him she nodded, "I took days off immediately after I started so I should go back now."
Absalom's brow bent towards each other, lines forming on his forehead, he headed toward her. "Won't you marry me already?"
Charity's eyes widened, "all of a sudden?"
"It is not all of a sudden, that you left home with me, not even saying a single word to your sister or parents. I thought you chose me," He said.
"Chose you? Over my sister?"
