Sara Dobbs stared out the bookstore’s side window wistfully, wishing she could get to the tiny flower bed full of jonquils and buttercups to pick a bouquet for the counter. The flowers were blooming on the street that ran beside the Jacobsville Book Nook, where she worked as assistant manager to Dee Harrison, the owner.Dee was middle-aged, a small, thin, witty woman who made friends wherever she went. She’d been looking for someone to help her manage the store, and Sara had just lost her bookkeeping position at the small print shop that was going out of business. It was a match made in heaven. Sara spent a good portion of her meager salary on books. She loved to read. Living with her grandfather, a retired college professor, had predisposed her to education. She’d had plenty of time to read when she was with her parents, in one of the most dangerous places on earth.Sara’s father, with her maternal grandfather’s assistance, had talked her mother into the overseas work. Her father had died violently.
