The tall, stately Realtor had shed her elegant image in favor of a faded pair of jeans and an old khaki button-up shirt. A pair of tennis shoes replaced the high heels she’d worn earlier, and a ponytail bobbed from behind her head. It was hard to believe she was the same person. She really liked Hattie Ames. There was no pretense about her. She was natural, with a spontaneous friendliness that reached out to others. Jenny glanced out the window of the car, watching the desert flash by. Could it only have been a couple of hours since they had arrived here? It felt more like an eternity. Hattie had taken charge and before Jenny had known what was happening she had been whisked to various offices and had spent some of her dwindling savings having the electricity and water turned on. She had tried to protest. She’d felt ill at ease bothering Hattie with her problems, but Hattie had waved away all objections. “I’d like to be your friend.
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