“Doing what?”
“Weeding the garden, washing her old Buick, making a meal or two.”
“I wouldn’t mind helping,” Rebecca said. “I think it’d be fun to be around people again. It’s been me and my phone for the past five months.”
“I’ll talk to Granny and give you a call.”
“Great.” Rebecca smiled at finding a possible solution. The Hatfield place seemed like the perfect stopgap. Maybe her luck had changed.
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