The next morning, Sam awoke well before dawn. He'd been dreaming of making the most beautiful stained-glass windows. Now that he was awake, Sam couldn't get his mind off the money Gwendolyn's aunt had loaned him. He tossed and turned for another ten minutes, but sleep couldn't compete with his need to begin feeling useful again. Giving up on sleep, Sam dressed, grabbed some toast and coffee, and was on the road while everyone else still slept. As Hawthorne was too small to have a store ...