Chapter 8

By Monday morning, Maya pressed the back of her hand to her mouth to try and stifle a yawn. Yesterday she’d spent all day away from home and arrived late. Her mother had been worried, and had saved her a large dinner of beef, vegetables, and gravy, but she’d not been able to eat.

She’d been worried about going home in case Luke was there. He hadn’t left town and she didn’t know why. She hadn’t slept well wondering what he was up to. Putting the nails on the shelf, she began cleaning away the loose ones, picking them up and placing them in the multi-box. Customers could come and grab a handful, and would be charged by the size of the bag. John was really excited when he came up with the idea. Maya hadn’t cared. She’d been smiling and encouraging, but it was still just a bag of nails and bolts. Boring.

With the shelf full, she straightened the rest of the boxes before heading toward the other supplies on her list. John had given her a list of items to check for stock. Checking each item