Chapter Seven.
Emily spent all day on Saturday at Eleanor’s House, setting up tables, cleaning windows and blowing up balloons. They had next to no money to decorate but they’d all put in and had given a real party flavor to the large common room that served as a lounge room for the women who lived at Eleanor’s House.
“I can’t believe you’ve got the owner coming to the party!” Tiffany, a young woman who only recently came to stay at the charity house, bounced around the room.
Emily laughed and grinned at the girl who brought joy with her wherever she went. She, like all the others, did not deserve what fate had served up.
“He’s more the founder than the owner. But yeah, Nathan Johnson’s coming tonight.”
Tiffany danced out of the room and Cindy stared at her with wide eyes. “I can’t be
