Wandering a bit aimlessly through Manta Carlos's downtown shopping district, Rosalyn Blake had thrown out quite a few resumes. She wasn't really choosy, any job would do, whether it be a shop assistant, waitress, stock person, or receptionist. She had figured that it would be a good idea to get a part-time job while the family decided what they were going to do. This way she could contribute to the family finances without touching the money her husband, Harland Blake, had left her when he passed away last summer.
Harland's death had been devastating for Rosalyn and it had only been in the last month or so that she had started thinking of a future and not feeling guilty about moving on. She knew that Harland would have wanted her to, but that did not make moving forward any easier.
Ordering herself an iced mocha latte at a tiny coffee stand, Rosalyn made her way into a local grocery store to pick up a few things so she could make dinner for everyone tonight.
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Harland's death had been devastating for Rosalyn and it had only been in the last month or so that she had started thinking of a future and not feeling guilty about moving on. She knew that Harland would have wanted her to, but that did not make moving forward any easier.
Ordering herself an iced mocha latte at a tiny coffee stand, Rosalyn made her way into a local grocery store to pick up a few things so she could make dinner for everyone tonight.
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