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Last time Blanche had knocked on this door her stomach had skipped in excitement. This evening it fermented with fear. Lord, help me to be kind, clear, and faithful. Remind me I’m your daughter and you’re right here with me. Every minute, every breath, every step.
The door opened, and Helena pecked her on the cheek. “I’ll be praying the whole time you’re talking. Remember we’re your friends.”
Helena led her into the living room where Anton was standing at the window. He turned when they entered, gave her a tight smile, and crossed the room towards her. Her heart squeezed. He’d never been anything other than a total gentleman.
“Helena is bringing tea.” His voice cracked.
How Blanche hated this. She longed to put her arms around him and comfort him. Help me, Lord.
The chairs were ar
