Unwelcome
She froze. Did not breathe. Soon the knocking would stop & she could get on with her day. She held her sleeping baby close. He was calling her. "Sara, hey Sara! I need to talk to you ." Her heart was pounding so hard that she could barely see. Leaning against the wall, she sank to the floor, hugging her sleeping baby to her chest. She will have to answer for not letting him in. Again. Sara heard his footsteps as he walked around the back of the house to the path that led to his home and waited until there was no sound other than birds on the November early morning. There was no one that she could confide in; everyone was his family, everyone was his friend. She was the outsider, the foreigner, the yankee. Isolated, miles from town, no one to cultivate friendships with. Sara's family was scattered coast to coast; besides, they weren't any help after the assault a decade earlier, they certainly weren't going to be of help now. Word traveled fast in this "