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      “Yes, but Garrett’s eyes are grayer. And his hair is much lighter, with that bit of red in it. He and Roland don’t look much alike.”

      Pearl groaned. “This is what’s keeping you awake?”

      Amanda ignored her friend. “And his hair has this way of sticking out like a little boy’s. It takes all my self-control not to smooth down the cowlicks.”

      “I can imagine how he would react if you did that.”

      “Definitely not with a smile.” Amanda giggled. “I think this new job will turn out well, as long as I don’t let the children distract me too much.”

      “Then it’s hopeless.”

      “Hopeless?”

      “I’ve never known you not to be distracted by children.”

      Amanda heaved a sigh. “It’s a fault of mine.”

      Pearl squeezed her shoulder. “It’s a testament to your caring nature. I’m glad Garrett finally noticed that. Maybe he’s finally coming around to see the treasure you are. Fiona will regret turning down the position.”

      “Does she still have her cap set on Garrett?”

      “You can be sure of it. She asked if she could help with the stable that I asked Garrett to build for the children’s nativity play.”

      “The what?”

      “Garrett didn’t tell you about it?”

      “No,” Amanda said hesitantly. “Was he supposed to?”

      “I asked Roland to make sure Garrett talked to you so you two could figure out what needed to be done.”

      At first Amanda wondered why Pearl didn’t just tell her herself, but the answer was obvious. Pearl was trying to get her and Garrett together as much as possible. But having her help build a stable made no sense. “Talk to me? Why? I can’t use a hammer.”

      “No, but you can decorate the stable and make costumes for the children.”

      “Decorate it? I don’t think the stable that Joseph and Mary used was decorated.”

      “I’m thinking more along the lines of toy animals. You know, the lambs and the sheep and so forth.”

      Amanda gasped. “That’s a lot of fabric and a lot of something or other to stuff them.”

      “It’s been so warm and dry of late that I’m thinking we could make a day of it and gather dried grasses. Maybe invite Roland, Garrett and the children. Roland already told me that he will donate some old flour sacks and muslin. It’ll be wonderful.”

      Amanda wasn’t so certain, but the idea of working anywhere near Garrett overcame her hesitation. Perhaps he was beginning to forgive her for losing track of Sadie during the fire. Perhaps he could begin to trust her. A Christmas nativity would be lovely, especially with the children involved.

      “What are the children going to do?”

      “Play the roles of the shepherds, angels and Mary and Joseph.”

      Amanda could guess who Pearl had pegged for the parents of Jesus, but she had to ask, anyway. “Who’s playing Mary and Joseph?”

      Pearl murmured, “Sadie and Isaac. It will help convince Garrett to build the stable. Now go to sleep. I have a busy day of school tomorrow, and I’m expecting you to help out.”

      Amanda couldn’t begin to think of sleeping. Her mind whirled with everything that had happened today and would happen over the coming weeks. Pearl’s wedding. Pearl moving to the rooms above the store. Amanda’s new job. Garrett warming to her. So much joy.

      The only thing missing was her brother. When she’d learned this autumn that a lumberjack named Jake was working upriver, she’d thought at once of her lost brother. The man fit Jacob’s description. She’d waited day after day for this lumberjack to arrive in Singapore with the last logs rafted down the river, but he’d headed for the camps up north instead. That opportunity had slipped away.

      Perhaps this one with Garrett wouldn’t. Now they would work together on the nativity play.

      No doubt Pearl and Roland had arranged this “project” in order to get Amanda and Garrett together. After today, that didn’t seem like such a hopeless prospect. Garrett was beginning to treat her with compassion and respect, something she enjoyed but was having trouble accepting. If she did a great job with not only the curtains for his house but also the costumes for the nativity play, maybe he’d forget about Fiona and begin considering her for a wife. Maybe. Just maybe. As long as he never learned about her past.

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