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work?”  Ella asked.
                  “There isn’t any handyman work in our country and everyone told me we can do farm labor and make good money in the states.  I love doing my handyman work. It is in my bones.” 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    TWO
     
                  Ella drove to her 1940’s home that reminded her of a lodge nestled away in the mountains. The driveway was a distance going up to the house but not like the long tree lined drive in Linville. This home had a half circle drive. The garage was divided from the house with a breezeway. She purchased the home from Mark Brandon when she moved to Coopersville. Ella shook her head as she stepped from the car. What have I got myself into? There’s so much work to be done here. When will I ever have the time to get this place in order? I can live on the bottom floor and refurbish the second floor later. I’m going to be so busy getting the flower shop started I will just live with it the way it is. As long as I have a stove to cook on, a bed for my tired body, a television and a good bathtub to soak my tired body, I will make it. She thought to herself.
                  Ella made her way into the house, flopped on the sofa, kicked her size ten shoes off, put her feet up on the hassock and laid back closing her eyes for a moment escaping the world.
                  Hours later Ella woke with her mind was still traveling like the speed of light. Her solution was right before her eyes. Juan would work getting the store ready and then he could help to restore this old lodge home. How could she keep them hidden was a question. Would she be able to get them a green card making them legal to live and work in the states? Would they even consider it? They could live on the second floor. Ella’s mind was racing with grander thoughts.
                  Oh my, I’m crazy to think people would help me out. They have plans for their lives. They won’t change their plans and work for me.
                  Ella pulled her hair on top her head, stripped the paint stained jeans from her slim body, as she unbuttoned her shirt she turned her head side to side looking in the mirror at the years that had silently crept upon her. She twisted around to look over her shoulder and though not so bad for a woman in her late thirties. She shrugged her shoulders turned, walked over to the bear claw tub and dipped her big toe into the hot water. The water was hot. It would feel good to her tired body. The fragrance of the soap filled the room as she lathered her body. She rinsed off wrapping her body in a clean sheet towel making her way to her bed wishing she had a man to caress her body. The fresh clean sheets felt good against Ella’s body but didn’t take the place of a man.
                  Oh my, Juan and Maria need a place to clean up and the baby I’m sure needs to be bathed. Some angel I am not even thinking about their hygiene needs. First things first. I need to talk to them about… Her head was spinning.
                  Ella made a nice breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon. She put it in a covered casserole dish, wrapped it in towels to keep it warm. She unplugged the toaster and put it under her arm as she grabbed the casserole dish, a loaf of bread and headed out the door with the toaster cord dangling. She remembered they must like coffee and ran back inside the house for the coffee percolator and a can of Folgers coffee. She almost stumbled over her feet as she jumped into the car. She needed to get breakfast to her new friends.
                  As she drove she thought what am I doing. Will I be in trouble for helping three young