While Serendipity understood what Maevis was trying to tell her, she shook her head. Damp, white ringlets flipped water out of the tub as she did so, further wetting the wooden floor. How many times had she tried to explain herself to Maevis before? More than she could count. "I don't have a choice, Maevis. It must be done."
"You do have a choice, love," Maevis corrected her, placing her calloused hand on Serendipity's arm just above her boney elbow where it rested on the side of the tub and giving it a squeeze.?"You have a choice every day. Do you keep trying to do the impossible or give up and sell the lot of the parts and maybe the house, too? You could take the money and start all over again, someplace far away, if you truly wanted to."
"It's not that simple," Serendipity replied, re
