Sabrina (Big Sky Dreams 2)
did you know that?"
    "Your hours are different than ours," Callie said, her voice matter of fact. Sabrina stared at her.
    "What's the matter?" Danny asked, although he thought he knew.
    13 "Where did you people come from?" Sabrina asked, her mouth hanging open a bit.
    Both Danny and Callie laughed, but then Danny surprised Sabrina and turned to his wife. "Do you want to tell her?"
    "Or you can," she said, and Danny knew she wanted him to do the honors this time.
    "What am I missing?" Sabrina asked.
    "We're just deciding who's going to tell you our story."
    Sabrina didn't realize it, but she leaned a little closer to Danny. Seeing it, he began.
    "My father was a police officer, and I grew up with strangers in the kitchen. Some were men in hard times and drinking too much. Some were printitutes. At other times entire families would come and live with us until they got on their feet.
    "One day my father brought home a young prostitute, only 16 years old. She was both frightened and defiant, but the one thing about her that stuck out was her fascination with what my parents told her about Jesus Christ. She hadn't heard any of what they were saying before, and in time all defiance melted away and she turned her life over to God.
    "She was a different person after that. She lived with us for a while but eventually found work in a mill and lived with friends of ours." Danny couldn't stop the smile that stretched his mouth before adding, "When she turned 18, I married her."
    Sabrina's eyes swung to Callie, who smiled gently at her. The younger woman could only stare. Nothing about Callie Barshaw spoke of her former life. To Sabrina's eyes, she didn't look capable of such sins, but there was no reason for Danny to lie about this.
    "Why were you?" Sabrina eventually found her voice and asked.
    "I was born in a brothel. I'd never known any other life. My own mother died when I was only 10, but by then I had about 15 mothers. When my figure developed, I joined that life. I had been at it for more than two years when Danny's father found me."
    14 "I tried to stop for a while:' Sabrina admitted after a few moments of silence, wanting to talk about it with this woman. "I got work at a hotel in the kitchen and serving tables. But the owner kept at me. I told him no, but he wouldn't leave me alone. He touched me or backed me into a corner every day we worked together, and when his wife found out, she fired me. I gave up then and went back. I just assumed it was my destiny."
    "That's not true. You have a choice, Bri. We're giving you a choice."
    This had come from Danny, and Sabrina now stared at him. For some reason, his marrying a former prostitute gave her more hope than she had ever dreamed of. Not that she was looking to marry, but what she was seeing in Danny and Callie had never occurred to her. Before today she would not have believed that a woman could walk so completely away from prostitution that a stranger meeting her would never know.
    "You don't have to decide right now," Callie said, thinking she was about to get up and leave, but Callie had read Sabrina's look wrong. The younger woman's look was not a stubborn one but one of concentration. She didn't love her life, but it did make her independent, something she enjoyed.
    "What happens now?" Sabrina asked, realizing she had no idea.
    "If you want to continue to discuss Scripture, we can," Callie informed her. "If not, Danny has to work for a little while this morning, and I have baking to do."
    Sabrina blinked. Once again, this couple had managed to surprise her. Prior to meeting them she would have said she was past surprising, but it just continued to happen.
    "Do you have more questions?" Danny asked with no sign of impatience.
    It was on the tip of Sabrina's tongue to ask if these people really believed God cared about what she did, but instead she asked Callie, "What will you be baking today?"
    "I'll probably start with bread and then move on from there,"
    15 Callie

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