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feeling pretty good about how well she had done. The next lesson would be the following week.
    When we got home I played with her in the backyard for a while, then placed her in her crate before heading to the local paint store. Mary had given me permission to paint and I intended to put the stamp of my personality on my house.
    I had a hard time deciding exactly which color to choose for the living room, but finally selected a blue-grey color. I also bought brushes and rollers and any other supplies I thought I would need. Fortunately, I had painted before, so I knew what I was doing. When I lived with Dad, we had had painted several of the rooms together.
    Excited to make the house my own, I hurried home, let Greta out of her crate and set out my supplies. After dragging the couch into the middle of the small room, I laid out the drop cloth to protect the wood floor.
    Greta immediately grabbed a corner and began dragging it, certain we were playing a game. I couldn’t help but laugh. “No, Greta. This is for painting.” I tugged on the drop cloth but that only made her pull harder. Suddenly the cloth ripped and Greta sat on her bottom with a thump. I laughed harder at the surprised look on her face.
    She began shaking the fabric in her mouth like it was prey she was trying to kill.
    “Okay. Enough of that.” I gently removed it from her mouth. “Back in the crate with you.” I put her back in her crate and repositioned the covering on the floor.
    Greta barked, wanting to be with me and I didn’t know what to do. I hated for her to be unhappy, but I certainly couldn’t paint if she was allowed to run loose. Her barks turned to whimpers. I went upstairs and got her pet bed and set it in the dining room where she’d be out of the way but still able to see me. Then I secured her leash to one of the legs on the dining room table and attached the other end to her collar. Setting a toy on her pet bed, I was able to get her to lay down.
    I placed painting tape around the ceiling and baseboards, then I poured some paint into the tray, dipped the roller into the paint and started covering the wall. After covering a large area, I stepped back and admired my work. I loved the color; it relaxed me. Within an hour I had finished the first coat.
    After cleaning up, I took Greta out back and watched her run around while I sat on the porch steps. I need to get a chair for back here, I thought, mentally adding it to my list of things to buy.
    As I thought of the items I wanted to buy, I knew it would soon become critical that I have a job. I went inside and grabbed my laptop and brought it outside. The cable modem had a built-in router so I was able to access the Internet wirelessly.
    I pulled up a job search website and looked for jobs in my area that I was qualified for. Most of the listings required a degree - not that I had the skills they wanted - but it soon became apparent that I would have to set my sights much lower. Pulling up the websites of local retailers, I filled out several online applications and submitted them, hoping for the best.
    Next, I found the site for the Reno newspaper and searched for information on Trevor’s arrest. There was a short article about two men being arrested for motor vehicle theft, but it didn’t list their names. I could only assume the article was about Trevor and Rob. Then I pulled up the website for the jail but couldn’t find anything with Trevor’s name. I saw several arrests, but the names were blocked for privacy reasons. I wondered if his was one of those.
    In any case, he clearly was no longer in jail or he wouldn’t have been able to email me. Every time I thought about him searching for me, panic engulfed me. What if he found me? Would he hurt me or try to convince me to be with him? The unknown scared me more than anything.
    Later that evening I painted the second coat on the living room walls. Pleased with the results, I decided to work on the nursery next. First thing the