A CROSS THE CHASM 

By Tessa Harvey


   When the guests had all left, Esther turned to Renate. She saw with a nurse's eye how physically frail the old lady was but admired her strong spirit.
    "You wonder how I could be taken in by those people?" asked Renate. "I lost my son in a tragic accident years ago. He was about to be married. The young lady was beautiful, sensitive and caring. We liked each other. They were planning on children." She sighed and then waved a frail arm, but this time dismissively.
    "In him, this man and his supposed wife, I saw my son and what could have been. I was duped, because I didn't ask God what He thought. Shayla was taken in by them also, but I had no excuse. They convinced me I needed medical help but were lying."

A FEW DAYS LATER
    Esther looked round at her small, but beautiful lounge. It wasn't very smart or even modern, but it was comfortable. She thought she was duped also, but Gavin was not planning to dispossess her. "I need to forgive," she thought, "otherwise there is no peace."
    "Hi!" Shayla popped her head around the door. She looked disheveled, but happy. Esther stepped forwards, arms outstretched for Alfie. He ran, then fell flat very close to the door frame. Both women winced, but the child laughed, oblivious to danger. His laugh was so infectious.
    "I am going to help Mrs. Jaeger." Shayla looked a little uncertain, but sounded firm. "Last night I had the only good dream I have ever had in my whole life."
    Esther nodded encouragingly. "It was," Shayla paused, "it was an awesome dream and I feel I am meant to go to her home to work."

ON ITS WAY - THE HOLIDAY

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