Blessed Beyond Measure (Brides 0f Blessings Book 2) by Kari Trumbo

Author:Kari Trumbo [Trumbo, Kari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Romance, Women's Fiction, Victorian, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Love Possibility, Frontier & Pioneer, Cowboy & Western Romance, Hearts Desire, American West, Clean & Wholesome, Christian Stories, Faith Based, Inspirational Reads, Love Inspired, Life-Changes, Second Chances, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Lifetime Love, Romantic Schemes, Beautiful & Feisty, Love-Family & Forever, Novella Length Story, Short Story, Protection & Safety, Action & Adventure, 19th Century, Brides 0f Blessings Series, Multi-Author
Publisher: Kari Trumbo
Published: 2018-01-24T05:00:00+00:00

Pati smiled with three pins stuck in her mouth. She took a moment to grab them out then nodded. “Have a seat so I don’t have to look up at you.” Her lilting English accent took Lenora aback for a moment. It was rare to hear in Boston. Even almost one hundred years after the war for America’s independence, Boston was largely colonial.

Lenora came further into the small shack with its plank floor running the whole length of the one room. There were only a handful of women in Blessings, so there would be no need for her to work with Pati, but where else could she go? If Pati didn’t hire her, that left the saloon, and her father would never approve of such a job.

Pati turned to face her and gave her a frank once-over. “I don’t like doing the laundry. It takes my time away from sewing. You can set your own price, use my basins, but that’s all I really have for you to do. Oh, and the occasional embroidery. Some men like their initials on their handkerchiefs so that when they go through the wash they don’t get lost. Sometimes I don’t have time for that, either.”

Lenora had only learned how to do wash on the voyage, and it was much different now that they were on land; probably the least enjoyable chore. After doing the wash, her hands were always red and raw, but if that was the job Pati needed her to do, then she’d do it. The only person in all of Blessings who didn’t work was her mother, and she refused to be like her. The reasons for her mother’s lack of ambition had changed over the past few weeks.

Mother had gone from distant and angry, to addled. She’d taken to talking to herself. Her eyes would roll back in her head and she’d sway, sometimes sing. Mostly she talked about the Indians, and how terrified she was of them. As far as anyone knew, Mother had never even laid eyes on an Indian, but something had convinced her they were a threat and she wouldn’t calm herself, nor could anyone give her words of comfort once she started swaying and groaning in fear. Lenora hadn’t told anyone, but her father knew. He’d warned her not to say anything to anyone; not only would they talk about Mother, they might accuse the witch of plying her craft.

Lenora steeled her resolve. “I can do the wash. How often do the miners come in?”

“Whenever they have a spare minute. They’ll bring it all in a neat bundle, tied together. You’ll need to wash, dry, starch, and iron everything. When you’re done, fold it and tie it back together, all nice and tidy. They don’t mind paying a pretty penny for it, either. I charged eight dollars a set when I was asked to do it, and don’t you charge a cent less.”

Eight dollars, that was more than her father had even thought about giving her for a week of work.

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