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Gabrielle regretted her offer as soon as she made it. What the hell was she going to do with an 18 year old war widow? It’s not as though she didn’t have enough on her plate already.

“I can’t do that,” the other woman responded. “You don’t even know me! I don’t know you! Thank you though, that is very sweet. This is Grant Drive by the way.”

“Okay. We go left here and that will take us back to Clayton and after that we’ll see the Coast Guard monument and when we get there we’re right by my brother’s plot. You can’t go back to Manassas.”

“I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“What about a job? What are you doing?”

“Nothing. I’m almost done with my GED though.”

“Okay. Well, that’s good. What next? When you have it? What are you hoping to do?”

“I don’t know. Get a job? Move out? Larry was the decision maker.”

“Sweetie, I know you know this but Larry is gone. It’s up to you now.”

“It’s not fair!” the young woman wailed.

Gabrielle reached over and found Jenny’s hand. “No, it’s not. But it’s what you’ve got. What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. Get my GED, get a job and get out. Beyond that I’m not sure.”

“Do you talk to Larry much? I mean, you know, in your mind?”

“I do. I pray to Jesus and talk to Larry. How about you? Do you talk to your brother?”

“Most every day. Tell you what, let’s walk over to his grave, stop a few minutes, meditate; let me talk to Bill. He usually gives me good advice.”

“Sounds like at least as good of a plan as we’ve come up with so far,” Jenny said.

“Yeah,” Gabrielle answered. “Sad but true.”