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Blanche jumped every time she heard a firm footstep outside the shop. Could it be Anton? Their customers were predominantly female, but it seemed every male in the area had decided to buy Blanche’s cross-stitch designs in the last few days. Naida was crowing in delight because they were selling like ice cream on a blazing summer’s day, but every male voice sent Blanche’s heart rate up and made her blush.
“Blanche, is something bothering you?” Naida asked in a quiet moment.
“Just a few things I’m dealing with,” Blanche said as she folded up the piece of fabric in her hand.
“Well, I’ve been praying for you, and I’m here if you want to talk.”
“Thanks,” Blanche said with a tight smile.
Every time she looked up and saw a man passing, Blanche experienced jabs of pain like she was sittin
