The nursery and children’s classes were on the top floor of the sprawling building. “Zion House is larger than I expected,” Kendra observed as Laurel led her up the stairs and then the length of the building.

“Yes, we were fortunate to be able to buy this warehouse and modify it to suit our needs. It’s built in the shape of a large hollow rectangle. Originally that was for secure storage, but we were able to put a garden inside so our residents can go outdoors in safety.” She paused at a window and gestured outside. “See?”

Kendra looked down at the colorful rectangle that was surrounded on all sides by Zion House. There were paths and benches, trees and flowerbeds rioting with spring blooms. There was even a small playing field at one end where a group of children were running around. “How perfect! A safe place where everyone can get sunshine and fresh air. How many residents do you have?”

“Usually around a hundred but the number varies. Many come here in transition, often women who have left abusive men and brought their children with them. We have different kinds of classes for those who need job skills. Once they’re trained, we help them find work. A few stay on and become staff members.”

They stopped in front of a door. Squeals and giggles sounded on the other side. “Prepare yourself,” Laurel said with a grin. “Can you tell stories? That’s always popular.”

“I told stories to my son,” Kendra said cautiously. “I’m willing to try.”

Laurel opened the door to reveal a sunny room with a dozen or so children ranging from toddlers up to about age five. The walls were painted a cheerful yellow, and shelves at the left end held toys and dolls. A large oval rag rug covered the center of the room, and small chairs and tables were clustered at the right end of the room.

A rather harried girl of fifteen or sixteen was watching over the youngsters. She looked up with relief when Laurel and Kendra entered. “I’m glad to see you, ma’am!”

“You go down to the kitchen and get a cup of tea, Emma,” Laurel said. “Miss Kendra and I will be here for a while.”

As the girl gratefully escaped, Laurel said to the children, “Good day! Would you like to hear a story?”

“Oh, yes!” They squealed and gathered around Laurel, clutching her skirts and demanding attention. Laurel laughed and greeted them by name. As the group settled down, Laurel said, “Say hello to Miss Kendra. She’s the one who will be telling you a story today.”

“Hello, Miss Kendra!” exclaimed the children in a ragged treble chorus as they examined the new visitor.