Bed On Arrival
Sitting with Chantelle and Kayla Vicknair at the circular table that occupied most of their small office in the Seven Sisters shelter, Jenee Vicknair listened to an ancient clock chime midnight while they created files for the shelter's newest arrivals. Jenee had moved into the shelter when it opened four weeks ago to fulfill the on-site staffing stipulation required by the state, so it was easy for her to work late; when she was done, she merely went to her room and slept. Chantelle and Kayla, however, usually had husbands waiting for them to return home at the end of the day, but when a woman and little girl had arrived at the shelter that evening, Kayla had decided to stay until Gage got off his shift in the E.R. and Chantelle had opted to spend the night, since Tristan was on call at the firehouse anyway.
The three of them, along with Ms. Rosa, the elderly black woman who ran the shelter, had worked for months filling out the necessary paperwork and obtaining the required licenses to open the Seven Sisters to battered women and abused children. They'd jumped through all of the hoops to receive state funding and support from the local parish, and now their dream was ... read full excerpt from: Bed on Arrival ebook
