Ruth smiled.

“Caroline would have said the same.”

After lunch Hannah asked Nathaniel to step onto the back porch.

She held an envelope containing a small donation to the new skills center.

It wasn’t a large amount, but it came from her own savings after she’d met her household expenses.

“It’s for someone who needs bus fare or interview clothes,” she explained.

“I remember how many tiny obstacles stood between me and getting back to work.”