A Second Letter Well, that was shocking and surprising all at once.She turned the letter the other side to see if there was also something written there but it was blank. She turned it again and re-read the words she had seen earlier.Sarah dropped the letter, got to her feet and went to the door. She signaled for her foreman and waited.When George came in again, Sarah pointed to the letter on her table, well it wasn't even a letter but she didn't know what to call it."What is that?" she asked.He looked at her table, not really understanding her question. Then George looked back at her. "What are you talking about, ma'am?" "I am referring to the letter that's on my table right now. The one I just opened. Who brought it in?" "Oh, I took them from the mailbox," George told her. Sarah didn't like that answer. It would only make it harder to find who exactly had dropped the letter. "From the mailbox?" "Yes, ma'am.""Along with the others?" "That's right. Is there a problem?" "
GossipsHer factories were located in the heart of the town. The streets in these parts were made with cobblestones. And it was bustling as well. There were a couple of businesses on that street, but it didn't have a name yet. Some time, men who traded on that street started a debate about the name they would give to it. A couple of them proposed that it should be named after the most prosperous venture on it. And that venture belonged to none other than Sarah Miller. A couple of them disagreed too. And that was because of the Miller name. They didn't want to start naming their cobblestone street after a maniac. But the proposers only agreed to name it after the lady herself. Sarah passed by and people greeted her from their shops and stalls. The smiles were still there, still intact, and she wondered if her involvement in the John Crowe case hadn't yet reached their ears.Just as she reached the vicinity of her factory, her foreman, George, rushed to open the gate for her. He was
Deeds He got to his feet and swallowed the remaining liquid in his cup. Then he dropped the cup on the center table, and held on to the unfinished bottle of beer."Well, don't take too long, Sarah," Lucas said. "I'll need your answer very soon.""I said give me time to think it through," Sarah repeated."Yeah, I heard that. But you're going to have to do better, you know. Quicken things up.""So, we're good now, aren't we?" she asked, changing the topic to something else."What do you mean?""There are no secrets between us?" she asked.He chuckled and asked, "Are there?"Sarah inclined her head to one side and gave him a scowl. Lucas just shrugged and left for the door. He didn't give her an answer which meant Sarah didn't know what to think. But if her own brother was offering her position of Mayor, then that meant he trusted her. Or did he just want her in a position that would benefit himself?Sarah rubbed her palm over her forehead. It came off dry. She didn't expect perspiratio
The Proposition"Yeah, well, I know some things about the man and that's why I'm saying this. He might come to talk to you about John Crowe.""And what about John Crowe?" Sarah asked."What about him?""I don't know anything about him as far as I am concerned," she told Lucas.He smiled at her then said, "Good girl." Then he drank from his cup, looked at a painting in the wall for a couple of moments then turned back to her."You know, there are a lot of things we could do together in this town. The both of us. But it is a pity that you don't want my help.""I am not in need of it. There is a difference between not wanting your help and not being in need of it, Lucas.""Well, they both sound the same to me," he said to Sarah. "There is nothing to it. I really don't have any friends in town except Old Mikey, and he doesn't even like you too. It is hard to be the person I want to be when you need me to live under your thumb and in your shadow. I cannot leave and go see the outside worl
Banter Sarah didn't say a thing.She responded to silence instead. And even when Lucas swept both legs off the center table and leaned forward with an intentional look on his eyes."What made your heart beat that way, little sister?"Lucas asked. Sarah didn't swallow. Didn't think too much about anything that could make her heart beat that way again. "Nothing," she finally answered. "Why do you ask?" "It isn't nothing. I mention something about ancestral blood and the next thing I hear is the beat of your heart. Is that a coincidence? Or is it not one?" Sarah leaned backwards into the seat and folded her arms across her breasts. "The beating of my heart has nothing to do with what you said."He wagged a finger at her, not really believing what his dear little sister was saying. "I don't buy that, Sarah." "And why is that?" "Because you seem to know more than you are telling," he told her. "Well, I am naive so how do you expect me to know anything about ancestral blood?" "How t
Naivete The revelation rang bells in Sarah's head. If what her brother was spewing out was true, then it was no coincidence that John Crowe was in Black Hollow at that time."What are you talking about Lucas?" Sarah asked, seeking for more clarification. It was confounding and she felt her head spinning at the same time. Not the way it did when she released, but when a lot of things were hitting her brain all at once."Oh, now you ask, Sarah.""I am asking you because I don't know what any of this is all about!" she yelled. "Well, maybe it isn't your place to know anything about it, you know. Maybe you should just keep yourself out of it and let the grown ups deal with it.""And I'm not one of the grown ups?" she asked."I didn't mean that literally, Sarah," he said, and pointed a finger at his right temple. "I mean grown ups up here. You don't have that cognition. You don't have what it takes to understand the stakes here, little sister. Because they are higher than what you can co