This is a short story about a young mother who lost her husband in a tragic act of terror in Iraq, and how she learned to cope with her loss and having to raise her three children on her own, without marketable skills. Marla Kettering learned how to survive by doing what she had to in the small town where she was raised. Her chance encounter with a man whose losses made hers small in comparison, and the subsequent relationship she forms with him are the story that gives her a second chance at happiness.

Everybody has asked the question . . ."What shall we do with the Negro?" I have had but one answer from the beginning. Do nothing with us Your doing with us has already played the mischief with us. Do nothing with us If the apples will not remain on the tree of their own strength, if they are worm-eaten at the core, if they are early ripe and disposed to fall, let them fall I am not for tying or fastening them on the tree in any way, except by nature's plan, and if they will not stay there, let them fall. And if the Negro cannot stand on his own legs, let him fall also. All I ask is, give...