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confidante. Jenny had become the closest thing to a
grandmother Chance ever had.
    “I wish you would throw that old chair out,” she said,
grabbing a box from her car and walking toward the door. “It’s going to
collapse and you’re going to get hurt. I’ll be very angry if you get hurt,
Jenny.”
    “It’s a little ragged around the edges but still strong
enough to hold this ass,” Jenny replied. “Find anything good today?”
    Chance held her breath as Jenny pushed herself up out of the
chair and it wobbled, creaked and shifted sideways. When Jenny left today
Chance was throwing that dangerous piece of crap out. “I have a few boxes we
can go through and I bought some old, rough lumber at that farm sale. I should
be able to make some beautiful pieces out of it.”
    “I have no doubt.” Jenny followed her inside. “Debbie from
the flower shop came in and bought all your vases this morning, said the
vintage look was doing well for her.”
    “That’s great. Did you sell anything else?” Chance moved to
the computer and sat down. She checked the bids on her items listed and
grinned. Not bad—two of the five items were already over the reserve. It looked
as though she’d be able to pay her bills next month.
    “We had a couple come in and spend a lot of time looking over
that light fixture you created. My gut says they’ll come back to buy it.”
    “Now that would be great.” She’d put hours into cleaning up
the old strips of metal and twisting them, polishing, welding them to a base
and wiring the light. “Let’s go through the boxes and see what we’ve got.”
    She and Jenny spent the rest of the afternoon picking out
what could be used and what needed to be tossed. She’d done well. They found a
small wooden jewelry box with a few antique pieces in the clutter. Even the
jewelry box could be sold for a nice profit after a little cleaning up.
    “I think it’s time to call it a day, Jenny. I’m bushed.”
Chance yawned and her stomach growled.
    “You need to eat more,” Jenny groused. “I know you didn’t
have lunch and I bet you didn’t eat breakfast either.”
    “Don’t worry, Jenny. I pulled out the last of the frozen
lasagna you gave me this morning. I’ll be eating just fine tonight.”
    Jenny nodded. “I’ll get busy on filling your freezer
tonight.”
    “You don’t have to do that. I’m a big girl and can cook for
myself.” She’d never admit it but having someone worry over her the way Jenny
did filled her heart.
    Jenny made an annoyed sound. “I’ve tasted your cooking.
You’ll waste away to nothing.”
    She had a point. Cooking wasn’t something Chance excelled
at. Never having anyone to teach her, she simply didn’t develop an interest. “I
think I’m offended.”
    “Don’t care. I’ll see you tomorrow and don’t stay up all
night, young lady.” Jenny waddled out the front door and when she disappeared
out of sight, Chance grabbed the old lawn chair and took it around back to the
garbage. Tomorrow there would be a new one to replace it.
    Done for the day and ready to slip into her yoga pants and
tank top, Chance locked up and headed out. It wasn’t until she pulled into her
driveway and the old bottle rolled on the floor that she remembered it.
Snatching it up, she went inside, put it on her counter and put the thawed
lasagna in the oven.
    A quick change of clothes, a nice fire in the fireplace and
the day came to a pleasant close. She pulled a chilled bottle of wine from the
fridge and poured a glass, and saw the old bottle again. Chance snatched it up,
somewhat ignored the tingle in her arm and tried to tug the cork out. No matter
how hard she twisted, pulled and stabbed the thing with a knife, it wouldn’t
come out.
    Abandoning the idea of opening it, she grabbed a cloth, wet
it down and began to rub the thick layer of dirt away. The more she rubbed, the
warmer and stronger the tingle in her arm became. It even seemed the glass itself
vibrated.
    “What the