brunette curls. She looked up and smiled as Emma approached the gate. Emma said. roses.” She gestured “Hi,” “Beautiful towards the blooms. Emma Johnson, we spoke on the “I’m telephone.” Emma began to explain her mission. Kelly stood and pulled off her gardening gloves to shake Emma’s hand. When Emma had finished explaining, she said, I think about it? I really don’t like dwelling “May on my past or reliving the pain. It’s over and done with.” She drew a rose she had just snipped off the bush to her nose, and sniffed it. understand, Kelly. Your friend Janice is “I considering participating, and we’d love to have you join. Here’s my number. Just give me a call. I think you could offer much to the group.” As Emma was leaving, Kelly said, might not be for “It me, although I’ll consider it. But I have a friend, Barbara, who suffered from abuse. You might like to speak with her. She lives a couple of blocks from here.” that’s super. If you give me her address, I’ll stop “Oh, by this afternoon. Would you call her and tell her I’m coming first?” be to.” “I’d Kelly ducked inside and returned with Barbara’s address. That afternoon, Emma paid a visit to Barbara—a petite strawberry blonde and retired social worker. Barbara thought the group was a great idea. I “May be a part of it?” she asked. lived on the West Coast all “I’ve my life, and it would be nice to have some more female friends out here.” would like that,” Emma replied. “I the way, I have a friend, Jean, who suffered “By abuse by a family member. She might like to join.” Barbara. I appreciate the tip.” “Thanks,
brunette curls. She looked up and smiled as Emma approached the gate. “Hi,” Emma said. “Beautiful roses.” She gestured towards the blooms. “I’m Emma Johnson, we spoke on the telephone.” Emma began to explain her mission. Kelly stood and pulled off her gardening gloves to shake Emma’s hand. When Emma had finished explaining, she said, “May I think about it? I really don’t like dwelling on my past or reliving the pain. It’s over and done with.” She drew a rose she had just snipped off the bush to her nose, and sniffed it. “I understand, Kelly. Your friend Janice is considering participating, and we’d love to have you join. Here’s my number. Just give me a call. I think you could offer much to the group.” As Emma was leaving, Kelly said, “It might not be for me, although I’ll consider it. But I have a friend, Barbara, who suffered from abuse. You might like to speak with her. She lives a couple of blocks from here.” “Oh, that’s super. If you give me her address, I’ll stop by this afternoon. Would you call her and tell her I’m coming first?” “I’d be to.” Kelly ducked inside and returned with Barbara’s address. That afternoon, Emma paid a visit to Barbara—a petite strawberry blonde and retired social worker. Barbara thought the group was a great idea. “May I be a part of it?” she asked. “I’ve lived on the West Coast all my life, and it would be nice to have some more female friends out here.” “I would like that,” Emma replied. “By the way, I have a friend, Jean, who suffered abuse by a family member. She might like to join.” “Thanks, Barbara. I appreciate the tip.”
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