“You don’t need to do the clean-up, my dear,’ Jacob said as Helen finished the last of the dinner dishes.
“I know,” she said. “But Mrs. Barley already dislikes me. I’d hate to have her return tomorrow to a kitchen full of dirty dishes. Besides, it’s been a long time since I’ve cooked and cleaned for anyone. Mrs. Crockett always does all the cooking at the boarding house, so I’m a little out of practice.”
Helen put the car in park and turned off the engine. She sat back, huffing with relief that she’d made it, even as she glanced all around looking for threats. It felt terrible to be suspicious of the people she saw on a daily basis, but then nothing about her world had been normal since Mr. Carpenter landed in it.
Perhaps there was a such thing as fate, after all.
Helen Benson looked up, surprised that it was already nearly noon. She flashed a quick smile at her co-worker as she started stacking up the files she had been reviewing. She’d been nervous and distracted all morning, thinking about Tom and the diamond, and everything Bobby had told them the night before.
Helen Benson is the practical sort. She lost her husband in WWII, so it’s just her and her son Bobby. She’s built a life, and although it’s not the life she’d expected to have, its comforting in it’s familiarity. Until Mr. Carpenter drops into that neatly-ordered life and turns it upside down. Now, she’s facing a future she never thought possible, with a man she can’t quite let go of. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t scared, but she’s also excited for what the future holds, and that’s something she hasn’t been in a long time.