“Can I get a club sandwich?” Tessa ordered as she got to the kiosk where the kind elderly woman she she had met the previous day sells.
“Darlin”, the woman slurred with her southern accent. “How are you doing?”
“I am doing just fine”, Tessa took a seat and sat down, while she waited for her sandwich.
“Are you still staying at that motel?”
Tessa shrugged in response, “I mean I have no other place to stay”.
“Oh sweetie”.
The woman handed her the sandwich and a cold glass of orange juice, she smiled up at her in appreciation.
“You know, I think I might have something to solve your accommodation problem”. Tessa listened to her closely while she dug in to her meal.
“There is this old couple downtown, they have a farm and are looking for more hands to help on the farm”.
Tessa’s face bri
