Spring had arrived. The days were getting warmer, and the snow had melted. My friends and I were anxious to get outside and lose a little of the weight we had gained over the winter. We were not anxious to injure ourselves in the process, so cycling seemed like the perfect choice.
Emma suggested that we go to her house. She said her subdivision road was the perfect distance for a bike ride before lunch. If it was an extraordinarily beautiful day, we could go again after lunch.
A few days before the Girls’ Day Out, Gordon and I received a phone call.
It was from a young couple that we had met a few months earlier. They were having a lot of struggles in their lives. They were very young, had a two year old son, their jobs were unstable,money was tight, and they had no family nearby for support. Gord and I had told them that we would be happy to look after their toddler for a few days if they ever felt that a break would be helpful. They were phoning to ask if they could take us up on our offer.
We made arrangements to take their little guy for a week.
“It’s perfect,” I thought, with naive optimism. “It will be really nice to take little Jesse for a bike ride on the Girls’ Day Out.”
Read Part 2 to find out what happened next.