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She was sitting in Catherine’s home, in the kitchen, watching the other woman wash dishes. She rather liked Catherine’s home. Living in a room above her store leaved something to be desired. Catherine’s home was spacious and wide and airy. Currently, the window was open to let in a soft breeze, and the sun was setting, casting shadows over them. Becky was seated at the island in the kitchen with a legal pad in front of her. She was supposed to be making a list, but she had moved on to scribbling little intricate doodles.
She had been surprised, really, when Catherine had invited her over. She had been making an effort in the town. She had been trying to go out more, visit more stores, and try to get to know people. It wasn’t so bad, really, but she hadn’t expected Catherine to call and
