203 "Oh, that's a good idea. You would have a slave for life if you did that."
"I thought I had a slave for..." Trace tried to say, but he had to stop because someone was poking him in the side.
"So did you learn most of your skills on the farm or after you
came here?" Sabrina asked as the tour of the livery ended.
"I learned them mostly on the farm, but I honed them here. Pete
was very patient and kept me on even when things didn't go well." "Like what?"
Rylan stepped back from the back door that led to the alley and reached up to find a hook. He brought down a rather mangled- looking piece of iron and handed it to Sabrina.
"One of my first attempts at a hook."
Sabrina put her free hand over her mouth.
"You can laugh," he said dryly, and Sabrina did as she handed it back to him. Rylan replaced the hook, pulled the door shut, and would have started toward Jeanette's, taking the back way, just as they'd come.
"Rylan." Sabrina stopped him, looking up in the closing darkness. "Would you please take me to see Crystal? I want to talk to her, and I know no one at Jeanette's would understand."
Rylan looked down at her. He had not expected this, but it made perfect sense. This was who she was.
"I don't mind walking with you, Sabrina, but have you considered that it's getting a little late?"
Sabrina did not need an explanation, but neither was she put
off.
"I think I'll be able to tell if she has company."
Rylan did not need to know how she would know this, but he agreed without hesitation to walk her to Willow Street.
204 "How are you?" Sabrina asked. Both she and Rylan had been invited into Crystal's apartment.
"How am I? You can ask me that when I'm looking at those bruises!"
"Yes, I can ask. I haven't seen you in days."
"The question is whether you've seen that snake Zeke?" Crystal said, still not answering the question.
"No, I keep hoping he'll be picked up."
"He's probably on the run, thinking he killed you."
"I hope he's long gone," Sabrina said, and then got to the reason why she'd come. "I'm going to look for a new place. I won't be back here to live."
Crystal nodded, having known all along it was just a matter of time.
"Well, it's been nice knowing you."
"I'm not leaving town, just the neighborhood."
Crystal nodded, but her eyes told of her disbelief.
"Don't give me that look," Sabrina said, standing up to her. "I've never lied to you, and I'm not going to start now."
Her tone made Crystal smile and say, "You talk awfully feisty for someone who's a bruised mess."
Sabrina chuckled and stood. "I hope I'll be out and around in a week. Don't forget that I'm praying for you."
"Go on, now," Crystal said. "And take this walking mountain with you."
Rylan had to laugh, but he followed Sabrina to the door, waiting while she hugged Crystal. He had so much in his heart as they walked away from the apartment that he didn't know where to start. He wanted to tell Sabrina how special she was and how much he appreciated her, but not now, not in the dark when he couldn't see her face.
205 "I need to find an apartment," Sabrina said when they were partway back.
"Why the hurry?" Rylan asked.
Sabrina was quiet and Rylan waited.
206
"NANETTE IS WONDERFUL,"SABRINA began. "So are Becky and
Heather, but the house is hard for me."
"The house itself-the building?"
"Yes. It looks like a home my sister lives in, and the memories are painful."
"I'm sorry, Sabrina. I wish we had all known."
"It's not exactly something I can explain. 'Oh, by the way, every time I see your house I'm reminded of my sister-the one who got me involved in prostitution and then deserted me to marry a wealthy man.' ,,
"Tell me something, Sabrina," Rylan said, her words cutting like a knife. "When was the last time you felt cared about?"
"I'm sorry I said that," Sabrina said, her voice contrite. "I wasn't rebuking you. I really want to know."
"Well, I feel cared for here," she said, her voice now a little confused. "And Danny and Callie care for me."
"Before that," Rylan pressed.
"Oh," Sabrina said and then didn't speak for a longtime. Jeanette's house was in sight before she said, "I can't really remember. I was probably 12 or 13-sometime when my father was still alive."
207 They were back at the house before Rylan could frame a reply, and there was no chance to speak of it further, but the entire evening stayed on his mind until he fell asleep that night.
"Well now," Rylan said to Jessie when he was in the store that week. "This looks fun."
"Oh, it is," Jessie spoke sarcastically. "I love it when the shelf breaks."
Rylan went down on his knees to have a look, having to shift canned goods and boxes out of the way.
"What happened?"
"It must have given way in the night. It was like this when I came down this morning."
Rylan saw that the board was beyond repair, but he also knew that Chas could cut one for her in little time at all. So could Jeb, but he and Patience were still on their trip, something Jessie must have been very aware of.
"Do you miss Sabrina?" Rylan asked.
"Well, she doesn't work for me on Thursdays, but if she were here,
I'd have had her down the street looking for Chas right now." "Tell me something, Jessie. How do you keep up with it all?"
"I don't know. I guess I've just been doing it for so long. I never
remember a day in my life without this store."
Jessie was smiling at him, clearly not bitter about the thought, when Clancy came up.
"Did you break it, Pastor Rylan?"
"I didn't break it, but I'm going to talk to Mr. Vick and see if he can fix it."
Jessie began to protest, but Rylan waved a hand at her and kept talking with the little girl. "Do you think a bear came in and sat on this shelf?"
"I don't know," Clancy said, her eyes growing with the idea.
208 "Or maybe it was an elephant," Rylan suggested next. "How do you suppose he got in here?"
"He wouldn't fit," she said so seriously that Rylan had to laugh. "Can I get a little help up here, please?" an irrate voice called from the front counter, and Jessie went that way.
"Well," Rylan said when they were alone. "What are you going to do today?"
"We might go to the creek," Clancy told him. "We can get wet." "That sounds fun."
"Do you like to get wet?"
"I do, yes. Especially when the weather is this hot."
"Is it hot?" Clancy asked, and Rylan had to smile. Leave it to a child not to notice temperatures as warm as they were having.
Rylan had actually come in for some soap but noticed that Jessie was still busy. He gathered the fallen items and stacked them as neatly as he could on the floor. When he finally went on his way, the broken board was in hand. He would stop by and see Chas or leave it with Miranda if Chas was somewhere at a building site. Once he was free to look at it, that man would probably have the board cut and sanded in under ten minutes.
"Just a bit more," Heather said as she leaned close to Sabrina's face, using powder to cover the last of her bruises. At last she stood back and smiled at the younger woman. "Well, now, that's the face we all know and love."
"Do I look all right? I can go out?"
"I think so. Jeanette will be surprised to see you, and Jessie and the girls will go wild."
"Oh, Heather," Sabrina said, gratitude filling her eyes.
"Now my powder is a little bit pale for your skin, so let's try it out on Becky first."
The women went to the kitchen and stood, waiting for Becky to
209 notice. She was bustling around as usual and did not immediately look up. Not that she hadn't started talking as soon a
s they walked in, but it took some moments before she actually saw them.
"Well, now!" Becky suddenly exclaimed, coming close to stare at Sabrina.
"Is it better?" the youngest woman asked.
"If I hadn't seen you the other way, I would have never known. What did you do, Heather, use some of your powder?"
"Yes, ma'am. Doesn't she look great?"
"I'm going to work," Sabrina said, only to have Becky come to full attention.
"At the shop?"
"Yes, and then to Jessie's."
"And then where?"
"After that I'll head to the worst part of town, and since it's Saturday I'll pick a fight with the first drunken man I find."
Heather didn't even try to hold her laughter, but Becky drew herself up like a small hen and got ready to give Sabrina what for.
"No," Sabrina cut her off. "I'm leaving now. I don't have time to be scolded. I'll see you both tonight."
The women stood still as she slipped out the kitchen door and went on her way, but they were not done talking.
"If only she would marry Rylan," Becky said wistfully.
"That would be perfect," Heather agreed. "He would take such good care of her."
Becky nodded before both women went back to work.
"Excuse me," Jessie said to the woman who could not make up her mind about a pair of shoes. "I'll check back with you," she added before heading to the door. Sabrina had just arrived, and Jessie got there as fast as she could, giving the other woman a hug.
210 "How are you?" Jessie asked.
"Better. Can you tell Heather used some powder?"
Jessie studied her and said, "The color is a little light for you, but you look good."
"Can you use me?" Sabrina asked.
The desperate look on Jessie's face made Sabrina laugh. Jessie would have enjoyed the moment with her, but she suddenly remembered the woman with the shoes.
"Well, now, I didn't think you were still in town." Bret Toben had come to Jessie's and found Sabrina behind the counter.
"Hello, Mr. Toben. What can I get you?"
"My mail, please. Where have you been?"
"At Jeanette's, taking it slowly. I ran into a man with a vendetta and found myself on the wrong end of his fists."
Bret's eyes narrowed, and as with the last time, that surprised him. He didn't expect to feel angry, but he thought if the man were on the spot, he'd be tempted to shoot him.
"Any broken bones?" Bret asked, keeping his voice light. "No, just some bruises."
Bret's eyes narrowed as he studied her, and Sabrina made a point of pushing his letter toward him, not sure he'd seen it.
"Are you still living at Sandgren's?"
"No. I haven't collected my things, but I will."
"My offer still stands," Bret said quietly and found himself alone. Sabrina had glared at him, turned, and walked away.
Bret made his way from the store, not sorry that she'd walked away in anger. He thought any emotion was a sign that he might be getting through. As long as she wasn't indifferent to him, he believed he might have a chance.
211 "How was your week?" Rylan asked of Sabrina on Saturday evening. He'd had a very busy week and had seen her only briefly. He had not been there for supper but came by afterward and asked Sabrina to go for a walk.
"A little bit long," Sabrina admitted, "but I was finally able to sew again, and that was nice."
"No more pain when you bend over the work?"
"No. It's almost all gone unless I touch my face."
"And you worked today?"
"Yes, in both places." Sabrina smiled. "That was nice."
They were walking beyond Jeanette's house. The sun was dropping slowly in the sky, but there was still plenty of light, and because Jeanette's house was away from the businesses of downtown, it was quiet.
"Is it going to bother you if I ask you questions about your past?"
"No," Sabrina answered. It made sense to her that it might be a curiosity. "It's not a fun story."
"No, I imagine it's not. I assume your sister is older?" "Yes, three years."
"Is she your only sibling?"
"She is. I think we were a pretty normal family for a long time. I mean, Sybil was always willful, but Mother was sure she would grow out of it." Sabrina suddenly shook her head in wonder. "I never saw what a selfish person my mother was until I came to Christ."
"What did that reveal?"
"I was able to see clearly for the first time that she never wanted bad news. She would say to all of us when we came home, 'Tell me the good news.' If my father tried to tell her something serious or sad, she would leave the room."
"Who died first?"
"My father. At that point Sybil went from willful to promiscuous. I couldn't tell my mother because that wouldn't have been good news, but Sybil was beautiful, and she loved the attention men paid
212 her. She would hide the jewelry and gifts they would give her from our mother."
"Was she a prostitute?"
"Not right away. But when she realized the money she could make, she was out every night that last year my mother was alive, not walking the streets, but seeing men she knew and were willing to pay. My mother died without knowing what my sister had become."
"But she got you involved."
Sabrina sighed. "Yes, once my mother died we had even less money. My sister didn't like sharing her money, and she didn't like the house we had grown up in-it wasn't fancy enough. When our mother died, she gave me a little bit of time but then said it was time for me to make it on my own."
"How old were you?"
"Sixteen."
Rylan didn't know the last time he thought he could sob his eyes out. At 16 a young woman is supposed to be dad's girl, special in his eyes and treated like the treasure she is until that special someone comes along.
"What are you thinking?" Sabrina asked. Rylan had not realized she'd been watching him so closely.
"That it must have been awful, and that's not the way it's supposed to be when you're 16."
"I've asked myself how it is supposed to be, but I don't really want to know. In some ways it's easier not to know what you've missed." Sabrina shook her head again. "There I go, sounding like my mother, who wanted only good news."
"I think there's a difference between living in unreality and not torturing yourself with things you can't change."
Sabrina stared at him.
"What did I say?"
"I just appreciate your understanding."
"I'm glad, and speaking of appreciating, I wanted to tell you how much I appreciated your taking the time to see Crystal last weekend."
213 "She doesn't think I'll be back to see her, but I will."
"Of course you will," Rylan said dryly. "There's no chance you'll stay away from the roughest neighborhood in town."
Sabrina had to smile. "It's not my fault she lives there." "Do me a favor. Just take me along."
Sabrina only smiled at him, and it was Rylan's turn to shake his head. This one needed watching, he was completely convinced of that.
"It's getting dark," Rylan said next. "I'll walk you back." "It was nice to be out."
"We'll do it again," Rylan suggested as they turned toward Jeanette's.
"The walk or the talk about my past?"
"Both if you're amenable."
"Why is that?" Sabrina asked.
"Because I can't know who you are if I don't know what your life has been like."
"And you want to know who I am?"
"Yes, I do," Rylan said quietly.
Sabrina looked at him and he looked back, but they didn't speak on it again. He walked her inside, took a little time with Jeanette, and then left for home, wondering all the while what future walks and talks would look like.
"It's even hot in the shade," Jessie complained on Sunday evening. She was having a picnic with the girls, and they had invited Sabrina along.
"Enjoy it," Sabrina said. "Before you know it we'll b
e freezing and wishing for a little of this heat."
"Must you remind me?" Jessie said just before Clancy called to them.
"Come over. You can't get wet there."
214 "And of course that's our goal in life," Jessie murmured, keeping her voice low, "to get wet."
Both women stood and went to the bank of the creek. They did get wet, something that thrilled the little girls, but eventually they went back to the blanket to eat. Jessie had fixed a great supper of chicken, fluffy biscuits, two salads, and cookies. A jug of water helped to wash it all down.
Sabrina eventually lay back, saying she was going to pop. "I think if I'm not careful, I could fall asleep right here," she added.
"Wouldn't you be surprised come Monday morning?"
"Speaking of Monday," Sabrina remembered, "will it put you in a bind if I'm a little late? I want to ask around for an apartment or a room to rent."
"No, that's fine. Take the whole morning," Jessie added, wanting her to live in a safer part of town.
"Thank you."
"Where will you start?"
"Where should I start?"
Jessie had a few suggestions, with absolutely no idea if anyone wanted to rent a room, but that's what filled the conversation for the next hour. By the time Sabrina took herself back to Jeanette's, she knew almost every house in town.
"I thought Sabrina would be here," Rylan said to Jessie on Monday morning.
"She'll be here at noon," that lady had answered. "She's looking for an apartment."
That conversation had taken place some 15 minutes past, but Rylan had yet to spot the woman in question. He walked the streets he thought she might try and tried to remember who rented rooms in their homes. He was about to give up when he spotted her. She had just come from a two-story house, walking slowly. Rylan's long
215 legs covered the distance swiftly, but he was still just ten feet from her when she spotted him.
"Hello," Sabrina said.
"How's the search coming?"
"Not great," Sabrina said, not mentioning that the man in the house she had just left was willing to rent to her, but he had no wife.
"Have you tried Alder Street?"
"I don't think so."
"Here, come this way," Rylan directed, but Sabrina came slowly.
"You're rescuing me again, aren't you?"
Rylan stopped and looked at her before asking, "Would that be so bad?"