There was a slight flush to her face at Rose’s pantry comment. She was a sinner. She did what she needed to! She was a sinner. If the meek were to inherit – where was theirs?

She was a sinner.

“Yes, but some of our boys are so young.”

And it was their stomachs that were answered the quickest. Another unwanted prickle of contempt trilled through her.

Lory didn’t bother tying her shawl as she headed for the door, mind frantic over the reduced income.

Could she rob a summer home? Smash a window and then … and then what?