Tasha smiled at Seth and said, “Yes my husband.”
Monday after they returned home Seth and Tasha were in town buying supplies and some building material to use on the office building they now called their house, their home. Specifically he bought Styrofoam insulation in 4″ thick 4X8 foot squares to fasten on the inside walls and put in the ceiling. He also bought some Plexiglas and caulk to put over the windows to stop the draft coming in them. He would fasten the Plexiglas so it could be removed in the summer so they could open the windows.
Earlier in the summer Seth had gotten a job tearing down a small building in town. He salvaged all he could from it for use in his home. He had obtained a better door and most important of all he got enough metal roofing to completely cover the roof and one of the walls of their house. They had replaced all the missing mud between the logs to make the building more wind resistant also. He had even salvaged enough paneling to cover the inside walls after they placed the Styrofoam insulation. He knew the way he was doing the work wasn’t totally correct but he felt it was a stopgap measure until such time as he decided exactly what he would do about permanent quarters.
Seth and Tasha were at the loading dock of the lumber yard when Tasha heard the yard foreman yelling. She saw him berating a beautiful blond of approximately 18 years of age. He was holding her by the arm and she was crying and trying to get away from him. She was dressed in worn, ratty looking jeans and blue chambray shirt. Her face was smudged. She had a bruise on her cheek and one arm.
Tasha walked up and asked, “What’s the problem?”
The man glared at Tasha and jerked the blond by the arm. He continued yelling. He said, “Look damn you. I told you the last time I caught you hiding in here I would turn you over to the police if you ever came back. Now come on.”
Tasha said, “Oh, come on. What did she do that was so bad? Did she steal something from you?”
The foreman glared at Tasha and said, “No, I don’t think she stole anything. Every time she and her man get in a fight she tries to hide in our storage room for a day or two. I can’t have her doing that. If she got hurt or started a fire we could be liable.”
Tasha looked at the two and said, “Let me talk to her please. Maybe I can do something to help.”
The foreman stomped off leaving Tasha and the girl alone. As he was leaving he said, “This is absolutely her last warning. I don’t care what you do with her but get her out of here. If she’s still here when you leave I’m calling the police.”
Tasha gently led the girl to the side where they sat on a stack of lumber. She found out the girl’s name was Charity Farmer. She had been stranded in town with her boyfriend earlier that summer. They ran away from home together after she graduated from high school. He was the proverbial “bad boy” many women seem to flock to. He was 22 years old and had promised to take her to Reno and marry her. They had made it as far as Telluride when their old car died. They lived on what money they brought with them for several days until it ran out. They still lived in their old car and a small tent made from tarps they had taken from the lumber yard dumpsters. The tarps had been originally used to cover the new lumber when it was shipped.
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