Chapter 16Evelyn
“For Pete’s sake! How many times can I dust things that aren’t even dusty?”
Besides her walks out to visit with the adorable miniature donkey, there wasn’t much to keep Evelyn occupied. Surely her old life involved some sort of usefulness, but thus far she had no clear idea of what it was. There didn’t seem to be children in the picture, and the most she’d remembered that could be related to a job was other women in a room crowded with file cabinets, desks, and typewriters. She had visions of laughing with the women, though no one stood out as a special friend.
Evelyn tossed the dust rag into the hamper, cringing when she remembered Cory’s reaction to her starching and ironing. She was only trying to help. Cory was nice enough about it, and even had her laughing when sh
