Marilee sighed. “We’ll have to come up with more money. Can you at least start working on the roof?” she asked, wishing he had chosen another time to burden her with the news. She had enough to worrying about at the moment.
“I’m kind of backed up on my other jobs, so I’ll have to do it in my spare time.”
She was beginning to wonder if the girls would ever be able to move back into the home. “Thank you, Sam, that’s very thoughtful of you. I know you’ll do your best. Send me an invoice for the roof, and I’ll get our treasurer to write you a check right away.”
As she watched him go, she wondered where on earth they would find the money to do all the work that was needed. But she couldn’t worry about that now.
She had an audition.
CHAPTER SIX
PICKFORD WAS TWICE THE SIZE of Chickpea and boasted a medium-size mall, which was the only reason Marilee had visited the town in the past. She drove Josh there to shop for school clothes once a year, and she returned in December for Christmas gifts. As soon as she arrived, she stopped at a convenience store and asked for directions to the address listed in the newspaper.
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