Free Love Everlasting by Tracie Peterson Page A

food house for the poor and friendless. Of course, I did not do this on my own. Wade and Thane were a part of that, as well as my dear friend Militine. They were very generous to donate much time in that noble task. There were about fifty men who came each day to eat there. They were mostly sailors and old loggers who could no longer work. Some were layabouts, but most were honorable, and layabouts can be just as hungry as those who attempt to work.” She sighed but hurried on to explain.
    â€œThe fire destroyed our building, but right now there are services available for all the homeless. However, I heard that the shelters and food kitchens are soon to be dissolved, and my friends will once again need me. That has been uppermost on my mind, and I believe I shall have to buy land and build a place of my own if I’m to see those poor souls cared for.”
    Flora gave a gasp. “I am completely in awe of your accomplishments. What a marvelous way to extend the love of God to your fellowman in need. Pardon me for asking, but however did you talk your aunts into letting you do this? They seem most strict.”
    Abrianna glanced heavenward and smiled. “I found in life that the best way to get my way was to move forward without seeking permission. I suppose that was wrong of me, however, as I said before, I am a woman who likes to get things done. I was already sneaking around, giving out food to this one and that. I think having an organized structure with Wade gave my auntsthe assurance that I would be safer and better watched. And, as I mentioned, Thane and Militine were also there. They’re married now.”
    â€œI met Militine,” Flora admitted. “She is quite a beauty. I envy her that dark hair. My blond hair seems much less dramatic, and I do so long for the dramatic in my life.”
    â€œIt is funny how we all wish our hair were something other than what the Good Lord gave us.” Abrianna pondered for only a moment whether hair color might be one of those things that the Devil had interfered with. The Bible said God had numbered the hairs on her head, but had He also colored them, or were mischievous spirits at work on those matters?
    â€œThe food house sounds wonderful. Do you suppose I might help you?”
    Flora’s question brought Abrianna back to focus. “Well, as soon as I can figure out how to revive it. I was to get help for another place by means of Mr. Welby, but that is no longer possible. I have just come into an inheritance, so my thoughts are to speak with a property broker and purchase a place of my own.”
    â€œHow positively daring! Such modern thinking. I’m all for that.”
    Her enthusiasm gave Abrianna reason to believe that the idea must be right. “I will see what I can come up with and keep you apprised. However, we should probably say nothing to the others.”
    â€œOh, but this will be exciting. We will plot and plan it all as our great conspiracy.” Flora clapped her hands. “I wish I had grown up with a sister like you. What fun we would have had. No doubt we could have sent Miss Lorelei Vandercamp packing before the nuptials were read.”
    Abrianna laughed. The young woman made her spirits much lighter. “No doubt. Oh look. There’s my father and your aunt.” Abrianna looked at Flora with an impish grin. “Perhaps there is a wee bit we might conspire with there, as well.”
    Flora looked off to the approaching carriage, then turned with a knowing look and a nod. “I do believe you might be right. I think I’m beginning to enjoy being forced to attend bridal training. At least so long as I don’t get married off. I really see no need to tie myself to yet another person who will just boss me around.”
    â€œThe trick”—Abrianna lowered her voice so that no one could overhear—“is to prove yourself very unskilled and slow to learn. That way, you needn’t worry