As a kid - actually through all her younger years - Charity hated her nickname: Bean. I believe Dad started it long before she had anything to say about it. It began as Charity. Then Charity-nah. Then Charity-na-bean-na. Then Charity-bean. And Cha-bean. Until it was finally just Bean. No one knows why she didn't like it.
Anyway, when she was old enough to voice an opinion, she made it known that "Bean" was NOT an acceptable name for her. A perfect illustration of this is when we lived in the Gentry house. They were standing in the vanity when Tara called Charity "Bean." Young Charity spat out in an angered whisper, "Don't call me that in public!"
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No, That isn't how it went. Tara had called Charity "Vain" since she was admiring her glowing complexion in the looking glass. And Charity, thinking that Tara had called her by her adorable nickname, said, "Don't call me that in public!"
Oh, I see! Either way it's a great story!!! :)
Actually, you are right.
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