13
“Blanche, did you get the job?” Gina asked before she was fully through the door the following Saturday.
Blanche couldn’t contain her grin. “I did. Fifteen hours a week, starting on Monday.”
“Congratulations!”
Blanche dropped her thimble. “I’ve been klutzy all week. The nerves are getting to me.”
“You’ll be fine. Wait until we’re all here and you can tell us all about it.”
Gina was such a dear. How had Blanche managed to miss her qualities in the past? She’d let William’s views on Esther’s friends cloud her judgment. Her world had revolved around the wrong central point. That must never happen again. Oh Lord, please let there be a new start for William. Help him to seek you.
Everyone had brought several draft designs. Joy’s square focused on Esther’s love for music. Gina had been
