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Authors: Lori Wick
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place?"
"Thank you, Jeanette, but I think it will suit me very well, and the price is good."
"Bri," Heather had to speak up as well. "That section of town can be very rough, especially after dark."
"I'll be careful," Sabrina assured her, smiling at her caring.
The women were not done. They tried through supper to talk Sabrina out of the move, but she had made up her mind. And that was not the end of it. In the morning at the store, Sabrina mentioned to Jessie that she had taken Ivan Lamour's apartment, and her reaction was the same.
"You rented it?" Jessie asked in surprise. "It's not in the best part of town."
"But it's affordable, and I'll be careful," she repeated herself, confident that she could do it.
Jessie was on the verge of telling her who some of her neighbors would be, prostitutes and the like, but a customer needed her. She forgot about it until things were so slow that Sabrina was asking if she could leave early, having already picked out and paid for the paint she was going to use. Jessie stood at the door of the mercantile store, broom in hand, wondering if she should have said mbre.
"Becky!" Sabrina said, coming around the corner of the building and finding her sitting on the bottom step.
"Is this the place?" the cook demanded.
"It is. Come up and see it."
"Bri." Becky stopped her with a hand to her shoulder, her voice soft and serious. "I'm here for one reason, maybe two."
"All right."
"I'm here to talk you out of this, and if that doesn't work, I'm here to clean."
65Sabrina had to smile.
"It does need work, Becky," Sabrina explained gently, "but I'm pleased to have found it, and I want to be able to take care of myself, which means finding a cheap place."
Becky nodded, seeing that she was not going to change her mind. Becky had known that she wouldn't but was glad she'd tried. Following Sabrina up the stairs, she resigned herself to whatever came next.
"Hello, Rylan," Jeanette said when that man ended up at her door that evening. "Come in."
"Is this a bad time?" Rylan asked, having planned to just check on Theta, but Jeanette looked slightly distracted.
"As a matter of fact, your timing is perfect. Can you help Timothy lift a bed into the wagon?"
"Certainly. In the back?"
Before Rylan knew it, he was on the heavy end of a bedframe, lifting without a problem, and hoping Timothy was not taking too much on himself. Timothy assured him that he could take it from there, but the mute appeal in Jeanette's eyes was impossible for Rylan to ignore.
"Why don't I go along and help you on the other end, Timothy?"
"Oh, you don't have to do that, Pastor."
"My evening is suddenly free," Rylan said, climbing aboard with a swift change of plans.
Timothy didn't argue but put the team into motion and headed toward Sabrina's new apartment on Willow Street.
"How does this look?" Sabrina asked, having painted one wall on the living room end of the apartment. The bedroom was separate,
66 but the rest of the apartment, living room, kitchen, and dining area, was one square room.
"It looks good," Becky complimented, "but I don't know how you're going to stand to sleep in here with that smell. You'd better come back to Jeanette's tonight."
Sabrina laughed at Becky's thinly veiled attempt to get her away from the apartment. The two had cleaned for hours before Becky had gone back to Jeanette's for a few hours to work on supper, muttering all the time about Sabrina not having enough furniture or even a decent bed to sleep on. The one that had been left was not something Sabrina was willing to lie on, and the women had dismantled it, carted it out, and thrown it away.
"I think I hear the wagon," Becky suddenly said.
"What wagon?"
"Timothy is bringing a few things," Becky said before disappearing out the door and calling down to Timothy to be careful of the stairs.
Sabrina was in the midst of cleaning up her paint supplies when she realized someone had come in. She turned to find Rylan Jarvik filling the
"Thank you, Jeanette, but I think it will suit me very well, and the price is good."
"Bri," Heather had to speak up as well. "That section of town can be very rough, especially after dark."
"I'll be careful," Sabrina assured her, smiling at her caring.
The women were not done. They tried through supper to talk Sabrina out of the move, but she had made up her mind. And that was not the end of it. In the morning at the store, Sabrina mentioned to Jessie that she had taken Ivan Lamour's apartment, and her reaction was the same.
"You rented it?" Jessie asked in surprise. "It's not in the best part of town."
"But it's affordable, and I'll be careful," she repeated herself, confident that she could do it.
Jessie was on the verge of telling her who some of her neighbors would be, prostitutes and the like, but a customer needed her. She forgot about it until things were so slow that Sabrina was asking if she could leave early, having already picked out and paid for the paint she was going to use. Jessie stood at the door of the mercantile store, broom in hand, wondering if she should have said mbre.
"Becky!" Sabrina said, coming around the corner of the building and finding her sitting on the bottom step.
"Is this the place?" the cook demanded.
"It is. Come up and see it."
"Bri." Becky stopped her with a hand to her shoulder, her voice soft and serious. "I'm here for one reason, maybe two."
"All right."
"I'm here to talk you out of this, and if that doesn't work, I'm here to clean."
65Sabrina had to smile.
"It does need work, Becky," Sabrina explained gently, "but I'm pleased to have found it, and I want to be able to take care of myself, which means finding a cheap place."
Becky nodded, seeing that she was not going to change her mind. Becky had known that she wouldn't but was glad she'd tried. Following Sabrina up the stairs, she resigned herself to whatever came next.
"Hello, Rylan," Jeanette said when that man ended up at her door that evening. "Come in."
"Is this a bad time?" Rylan asked, having planned to just check on Theta, but Jeanette looked slightly distracted.
"As a matter of fact, your timing is perfect. Can you help Timothy lift a bed into the wagon?"
"Certainly. In the back?"
Before Rylan knew it, he was on the heavy end of a bedframe, lifting without a problem, and hoping Timothy was not taking too much on himself. Timothy assured him that he could take it from there, but the mute appeal in Jeanette's eyes was impossible for Rylan to ignore.
"Why don't I go along and help you on the other end, Timothy?"
"Oh, you don't have to do that, Pastor."
"My evening is suddenly free," Rylan said, climbing aboard with a swift change of plans.
Timothy didn't argue but put the team into motion and headed toward Sabrina's new apartment on Willow Street.
"How does this look?" Sabrina asked, having painted one wall on the living room end of the apartment. The bedroom was separate,
66 but the rest of the apartment, living room, kitchen, and dining area, was one square room.
"It looks good," Becky complimented, "but I don't know how you're going to stand to sleep in here with that smell. You'd better come back to Jeanette's tonight."
Sabrina laughed at Becky's thinly veiled attempt to get her away from the apartment. The two had cleaned for hours before Becky had gone back to Jeanette's for a few hours to work on supper, muttering all the time about Sabrina not having enough furniture or even a decent bed to sleep on. The one that had been left was not something Sabrina was willing to lie on, and the women had dismantled it, carted it out, and thrown it away.
"I think I hear the wagon," Becky suddenly said.
"What wagon?"
"Timothy is bringing a few things," Becky said before disappearing out the door and calling down to Timothy to be careful of the stairs.
Sabrina was in the midst of cleaning up her paint supplies when she realized someone had come in. She turned to find Rylan Jarvik filling the
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