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Chapter 5
Sally listened to herGPS tell her to turn left at Strawberry Farm Road. She could see the road coming up and put on her turn signal.
As she did, she smiled a little at the memories. The shed that she had accidentally locked Franklin in was just up the road a piece. She had been horrified and totally uncertain what to do.
Doing that kind of thing was so far out of her normal, she panicked.
But it had all worked for the best, since Eleanor had gone to rescue him, had ended up stranded with him, and now they were happily married.
Sally could almost be proud of herself, since she had hooked her friend up with her husband, and even though that night she had been beside herself with embarrassment, she was happy for them now and loved it when they gave her credit for their relationship.
Turning onto Strawberry Farm Road, she glanced at the ETA. Two minutes.
She had never been down the road to the actual farmhouse, although she knew it was back there somewhere. She wasn’t going there today and probably never would, since Peter lived there.
He had to hate her for the way she treated him two weeks ago at the End of Summer Beach Bash.
She hadn’t wanted to embarrass him in front of everyone, but that was probably what happened when a man asked a woman to dance and she couldn’t get away from him fast enough.
Norma Jean had been mad at her until yesterday when they finally made up.
Norma Jean had some issues in her past that Sally tried to give her leniency for. A person’s upbringing didn’t give them license to be unkind. At least it shouldn’t, but Sally did try to show grace to Norma Jean, because Norma Jean hadn’t had all the advantages that Sally had in her life.
Perhaps if Sally had been raised the way Norma Jean had, she would have ended up the same way.
She didn’t really know, but she liked to think that she could be considerate and kind, even when she didn’t feel like it, which honestly, after Norma Jean had interrupted Peter almost kissing her, she had to search pretty deep in order to find the kindness that usually came a lot easier to her. Regardless, she tried to put that from her head and focus on the new job she was going to.
Franklin had told her it was down the same road as the farm, and that she would be going to a small office that would be about half a mile up the road.
He hadn’t told her anything about the business, and she got the feeling that he didn’t know much. Although she remembered the way Eleanor kind of smiled while Franklin had been talking to her, and it made her wonder if there was something they weren’t telling her.
Regardless, she was going to be working very near Peter’s farm, and that was something she hadn’t told Norma Jean.
Norma Jean had forgiven her, but Sally knew it wouldn’t take much to upset her again.
She tried to shove all that out of her mind and focus on the job at hand. Franklin had told her she was going to be dealing with accounting books that were very messed up, and she could expect to spend a good bit of time untangling them.
Sally could have rubbed her hands together in anticipation. This was where she was in her element. Figuring things out, making the numbers make sense, manipulating them and moving them, straightening up the lines and making everything look nice and neat.
She couldn’t wait to get started. This was the perfect thing to keep her occupied over the winter. And it wasn’t a terrible drive out, so if they did get snow, she would be able to make it anyway.
That was important, since if she had to get a job at Blueberry Beach or even further south toward Chicago, winter weather could make the commute miserable. She felt very blessed to be working so close to home.
The GPS rattled off the address and then said, “You have arrived at your destination.”
Sally smiled, parking her car, looking at the cute little building that had a sign that said Office hanging on the green door. The building was painted white, and there were lots of big windows. So many that she could see the whole way through the building from the front window to the back.
That was one thing she hated about working inside—sometimes it felt like she didn’t get to see the sky all day long. This would be a beautiful place to work.
She looked around a little as she got out of the car, wondering exactly where Peter’s farm was. She really didn’t have a clue, and she didn’t want to ask. After the debacle with Norma Jean, she didn’t want to think about Peter at all.
Although, at night, after she went to bed, she allowed herself to snuggle up to the memory of “dancing” with Peter. They hadn’t really danced much. Just swayed to the music because of her ankle. Then, he lowered his head, and she’d pictured it a thousand times. But only in the safety of her bedroom at night. Nowhere Norma Jean could ever get wind of it.
