Wrapped with Love

urs and barely settled in when Renee came to see her brother and I. She said she had gifts for us; little did I know she had secretly been crafting a beautiful collection of necklaces, rings, and bracelets in her home. Astonished, I asked her what her market was like for these items in her one horse town. She explained she made these works of art for the church she supported and that they sometimes sold well during events the church would host. I asked her if I could take some pieces and on a gamble try selling them in Chicago and online. This is our story. It is still in the early chapters, but I hope a novel unwinds in time.