Page 7 of Luckiest Love
They were grateful to her and whenever Jillian came into the shop, Truth always rushed over and hugged her and showed her the new fabrics they got in.
Jillian was sold on all of Truth’s designs and shopped at the store more days than she didn’t.
On Sundays, Honor would go to the library and read to the kids there.
And then she would volunteer at the shelter and she would sit with the really timid dogs and read to them.
They would slowly move closer to her as she sat in the corner, unmoving and eventually, she would win over their trust.
She and Truth already had two dogs and two cats.
She wanted to be sorry, but she wasn’t.
She loved all her animals.
And when she wasn’t volunteering at the animal shelter, she would go after work and read to some of the senior citizens that lived in a home.
She loved it also and had connected with quite a few of them. Spending time listening to their stories of how the world was, before it got caught up in the next technological breakthrough.
It was her favorite.
Truth would smile and shake her head, “You don’t need to save the world you know.”
Honor would roll her eyes, “I’m not saving the world. I’m just giving kindness to
those who need it the most and who are often forgotten.”
Truth nicknamed her the ray of sunshine when they were little and Honor loved it.
Even when she had her heart issues, Truth would often say that she shouldn’t be in the hospital bed, that she should be out in the world, spreading her sunshine.
Even when they were at school and the boys treated her like she was broken, she was still kind and tried to help everyone.
She didn’t know why she had that urge, she just did.
And here she was, going over the books and getting a few of the pieces finished up for Truth while she was in New York at a show, trying to get a feel of the new, up and coming looks.
Truth always had her personal twist on those looks and she knew that the local ladies appreciated it.
Honor was watching a movie on her phone when she heard a noise coming from out back.
She paused the movie and went still, listening for more.
It didn’t come and she looked up at the front door, checking the lock and seeing that she had indeed locked it and knew that she was safe.
They didn’t open the back door ever, and she knew that Truth hadn’t unlocked it in months, so she knew it was safe there as well.
The glass on the door was thick and not easy to break. Or, so she hoped.
She was getting ready to turn her movie back on when she heard it again.
It was coming from the back of the store and she went still, hearing a grunt and what sounded like someone growling?
She got off her stool and looked around for some sort of weapon and saw her hardback book sitting next to her phone.
She picked it up and held it in both hands, and walked slowly to the backdoor.
It too was locked and she put her ear against it, and squeaked in fear when she heard a thud against the hard metal.
