Impulsively Paula grabbed a bottle of wine from the rack, a good red she had been saving for a special occasion. What better occasion than to get to know her new sister-in-law?
In less than a minute she was on Alison’s veranda.
Alison opened the door hesitantly to see Paula invitingly shaking a bottle of wine, her eyes shining with anticipation. “I’ve got the wine if you’ve got the glasses.”
Paula stared uncertainly. Her bible was open on the coffee table. It had been hard to break the habit of a nightly reading, but she doubted her new sister-in-law would understand that.
“Sure, thanks,” she said hesitantly.
The old slab table at which they sat had come from one of the machinery sheds. Alison had sanded and polished it in the few weeks she had lived at Hell’s End. Paula poured the wi
