The gesture felt so kind and sincere; Cheryl couldn’t help but lean her shoulder into his hand.  She smiled at him sadly.  “Guess we’ll never know,” she chuckled dryly.  “My husband divorced me a few years ago.”  

“Of course, we have to wear aprons so we don’t get the paints on our nice clothes!  Right, Bella?”  She smiled at the child as she tied the apron around her waist.  “Why don’t you two get started painting, you’ve got the brushes and the paints, I’ll bring you a cup of water to rinse the brushes.  Oh, and who wants some hot chocolate?”

“Ahh!  Happy fall to you two, too!”  Cheryl beamed at the young man and small girl standing on her doorstep, carrying pumpkins.  “Come in, come in,” she invited, holding the door open wider.  “Put the pumpkins on the kitchen table and we’ll start carving.”  @iivgnis

Cheryl was sitting on a park bench reading a book when a young man suddenly asked for the time.  “Oh, goodness, no, you don’t want to be late for that!” she sympathized, pushing back her sleeve and glancing at her watch.  “It’s 12:30 pm, young man.  I’m Cheryl, by the way.  Cheryl Kingsbury.”  @iivgnis

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