It seemed sometimes like God had a mean streak.
It was time to ask for mercy..
Forgiveness was not hers to give.
This mess was all hers to clean up.
But the time had come to return to Atlanta, it was time for full disclosures.
And although they no longer lived, alongside them was a living man, a man who was the guardian of the journal, who walked the very floors they walked, the man who welcomed her, restored her, Dabs Carter of Ivy Creek Plantation.
And there, in the journals of Louisa Roberts, she had Found another horse-crazy, motherless young woman, a big shaggy dog, a special horse, and a handsome Hessian prisoner-of-war.
Even if it existed in the 18th century.
Or worse? There was.
Was there no safe place to go where people did not think her pitiful.
And she had been caught.
But her efforts to claw back what she could, well, they weren\'t honest.
Yes, life had been unfair, had taken too much from her.
But Eloise knew none of this mess was God\'s fault.
That was what Bev had said to Eloise.
It seemed sometimes like God had a mean streak
