People waved to her as she coasted to a stop next to her trailer. Just what she needed, she thought. The cheerful retro crew. Layla was already entertaining a circle outside her trailer, drinking coffee from a pale apricot mug and laughing fit to split her sides. “I’ll be there in a jiffy,” Georgie called, mounting the steps to her trailer. She closed the door behind her and leaned back against it for a moment, waiting for the stress of seeing Sarah and James melt away. Her trailer was her haven; a peaceful oasis in the midst of any storm. Georgie gazed around her, taking it in one part at a time. She looked at the comfortable bed at the back of the trailer, with its plump wine-colored cushions, its soft pillows and cozy spread, and then at hand-carved rails on the shelves. A cheerful crimson kettle sat on top of the gleaming oven, and on her polished wooden fold-out table, fat pink blossoms spilled over the edge of a painted pot. Looking at the stained glass inserts, she thought about what it meant to her.
