Chapter 3
ANIKA FOLDED A STACK OF SHIMMERY sweaters for the holiday display next to her cash register. Kenworth’s had been busy when she first came in at five o’clock, but the Wednesday night crowd was thinning out. A good thing because Megan was growing tired of playing on the floor. She had visited Santa earlier and told him in great detail about the dollhouse she wanted. The hollow place inside Anika ached when she heard the hope and joy in Megan’s voice. The child had complete faith that Santa Claus would bring her exactly what she asked for.
Her daughter zoomed through the clothing racks with a Care Bear under her arm— the toy Anika had found at a yard sale last summer for a dollar. Too bad there weren’t any yard sales in December.
Only two more days until pay day, maybe she’d hav
