She’d worked another job that morning with a lady who wanted a half day of closet sorting. Cecily had given her the go-ahead since she had doctor appointments.
But Leah’s thoughts weren’t on her work. Early that morning she had gone by to check on her parents’ pets and found Champ listless with no appetite. She called their vet and he said the dog might be missing her parents and suggested he stay at the clinic overnight as a precaution.
Then the other client said she’d had enough after two hours of work. They had barely scratched the surface but she insisted on quitting so they did.
It had been after one by the time she and Cecily settled in to work on the hall closet and they hadn’t made much progress. Cecily wandered along the memories pathway many times, insisting she couldn’t dispose of the things they found there.
Leah despaired when the woman opened a scrapbook and fingered an old dried-up corsage.
