Chapter 11The letter lay on the island bench as Harriet came in from work that following Friday. It was in front of two empty wineglasses and a full bottle of wine, a single white rose was just in front of the letter and she picked it up to sniff it. Her eyes shifted to the letter and she noticed the address. She felt a quiver in her breast. This was it, the moment she’d been waiting for all week and what a week it had been.
The first two nights had seen minor changes in sleeping arrangements when they chopped and changed between different beds together but on Saturday morning just as she prepared to head out for a Saturday morning shift Zoelle handed her a fifty dollar bill.
“Bring back some meat for a barbie, we’ve got company.”
“Who?”
“You’ll see.” she picked up the second hand comp
