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She now felt as though she was a wilted rose, with fragments of her life constantly falling away. Nelson Williams kept coming to mind, and she wondered why he had

when her friend Jonny burst

paper on her lap and exclaimed, "Look at this,

s, particularly those that were not personal to her and did not require her to become emotiona

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reschool Faci

fully Jonny had considered it, she remarked, "That would tie me down more than I am now

small room somewhere you can turn into a tiny apartment for your parents. They'd

d be the perfect solution to silencing her constant fear that her mother might fall, or perhaps something worse could happen. "You've

ration with an established enrollment, and the staff would consider staying on with the new o

ibitive for her with her meager funds. Yet, being able to take her parents to work with her was an arresting thought. That

ther's business during your summer breaks from school before he retired. Give them a call. It won't cost a thing to

ork with her, Clara tore out the advertisement and placed it in her wallet at th

she prepared to leave her classroo

just one more petal of her life dropping away. She grabbed t

ity. Looking for solutions to her problems and heavy burdens never ceased. Like Trudy, she began to see the value in such an arrangement that a daycare

for a good twenty m

thy retirement nest egg. Now, we want to do some traveling before we get too old to enjoy it. We're selling below appraisal price in

ate a dayroom for them so I can watch them while I

we would never try to deceive anyone. A business has its share of problems, but I can honestly say we've been fortunate to have a good en

d. She thought of her parents' savings a

lower than the bank would charge on interest. We could work out a paym

aving her parents alone would be resolved and spare her the p

asked and received an affirmative reply. When she hung up the phone s

ks and understood them well. She would be able to tell if the purchase would be t

uded grading papers, Clara crawled in bed, too wound up to sleep. An inner voice enc

s would go toward the down payment and would be nothing less than disastrous if something went wrong. What if she