Chapter 8
A year later Sandy Miller was not identifiable to anyone who had known her in Oregon. She still had a good body but it was hidden under ill-fitting clothes and her lovely blonde hair was short and straight. She wore flat-heeled shoes and thick glasses. She was married to a gas station attendant, and they had very little money to live on.
For extra money they became a foster home for young children who needed a family, and her husband Jed Smith thought she was a good wife.
She'd met Jed after deciding to go to Nebraska where no one knew her. She never talked to him about her past and he never asked her anything after the first time. She'd become hysterical and he'd known that whatever had happened should stay hidden away in her deep dark past.
Besides, she did everything he wanted her to do, and never made demands on him in bed. She let him do anything he wanted to her, and never complained.
They always had at least two teenage boys living with them, sometimes more, and that was when Sandy was the happiest. She loved those kids and took care of them like their own mother would have done, and she never left them alone. If she had to go to the store, or help Jed out at the gas station, she always left Jumper, their Saint Bernard dog to protect them. And he always did, instinctively knowing that he would get his reward if he did as she told him.