Sandra Morton had carefully prepared her list that morning to go to town. She always looked forward to stopping by Mr. Emmets General Store to look around while waiting for her list to be filled. Every time she went she would find herself looking at the beautiful bolts of fabric with their flowery patterns and imagine how pretty a new dress would be, if only she could afford it. Maybe someday, but now was not the time.
She had moved to this town five years ago with her new husband. It was an exciting time and they had worked hard to turn their new home into a comfortable place to build a life together. Randy had fixed the roof and put in new windows because the old ones were all broken. He built a new kitchen for her and some much needed furniture. The poor old house had once belonged to a family that let it go to ruin. He had been so proud of his work and she had never been happier in her life. They would fall asleep in each other's arms at night making plans for the future. She was to be a dress maker and he was going to build canoes for the sport fishermen who spent their summers on the river. They would have children and a big garden and so many other plans.
She lived alone now and although she had been invited to the local dances and community suppers, by some of the eligible bachelors, she had no interest. Instead she spent her days sewing in her bedroom. She made clothes and repaired clothes. The small amount of money that she made kept her going and paid for the mortgage on the house. This had been Randy's dream home and she intended to keep it. Someday she told herself, life would get easier... someday she would feel alive again and maybe know what it felt like to not have any worries. For now she found happiness in the little things in life, like a trip to Mr. Emmets General Store.