Dewey Farm Novels & Stories

Chapter Fifty Four Naomi had heard a lot about the Dowell Family’s Farm but she had never been there. The Dowell Family owned the biggest farm in Carson. And it was still a relatively small farm when compared to others in the big cities. They had been in regular communication with the former vet but there had been no reason for Naomi to go down there, until now. After Naomi had moved into town, she had received a welcome gift basket from the Dowell Family. It had been accompanied with a little note; ‘Welcome to the city. We look forward to working with you.’

Sure enough, two wet and bedraggled shapes emerged onto the towpath. Only two to kill, Kate thought, tightening her grip on her pry bar. Though kill didn’t really apply to the already dead. Destroy then. Other girls raised their weapons. “Wait!” Mary Haines yelled. “Dewey?” “Hello, Mar!” the taller of the approaching figures called as nonchalantly as if they were met in the park on a summer’s day. Kate saw the resemblance as the boy came closer. He and Mary were both blue-eyed and blond. Dewey had Mary’s broad shoulders, broader. His big hands looked as if they could bend pry bars. Her brother and make no mistake. And the other?

Dew was lying on the couch while eating grapes in the Daugherty family home. Ruby peeled the grapes’ skin for her while she said, “Duke asked you to play the song again? It seems that he really likes the piano. You have to cater to his taste. Learn from Ms. Alice properly. Maybe Duke will fall for you one day.” Dew smiled proudly. “I’m thinking of the same thing, but Harold is too wicked. He doesn’t allow me to play piano in the Winters family.”