Daisy Feavor stepped slowly out of the buggy in a daze. Her father and best friend had just died. He, days before, had purchased acres and acres of land with a big beautiful log cabin located right in the dead center of it. Her long blonde curly hair blew in all directions as the wind hit it. "What on earth am I doing here?" she asked herself. Her father wanted a log cabin in the middle of nowhere, not her. 1894 was a hard year of heat and ice in Massachusetts. She would never forget that year. Not only because it was the year her father died, but also because she would experience several other life-changing experiences before it was all said and done. She opened the door of the huge house. Inside all the furniture and accommodations were already set. Apparently the house came with its own furniture and knick knacks. Daisy swore up and down it was the most beautiful house she had ever seen. It didn't make up for her loss, but it did help make the journey through her grief a little more comfortable.
The bedroom she would be staying in was the most beautiful room of all. Inside was a king size bed with the most beautiful comforter one ever laid eyes on. Red roses decorated the outer surface of the quilt. The carpet was red and the wall hung childhood portraits of her and her mother. A scent of freshly picked blossoms hummed through the air. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Daisy felt like she had entered a small and private wonderland.
The first week in her new home flew by without a hitch. She learned how to work the well for water. Her dad had a lot of chickens in the back farmhouse where she grabbed freshly laid eggs. There was a cow for milk and a town down the mountain for meat and other accommodations. She hadn't met the people in town yet. She wondered about it several times a day.
One day into the beginning of her second week at her new home the mailman came by her residence to give her a formal letter written in cursive black ink. What in the world is this? she thought to herself. When the mailman left, she went inside and sat by the fireplace to read her letter.
Dear Daisy, My name is Jacob and I need to visit your estate by the end of winter to discuss unfinished business relating to your father. I would appreciate your correspondence over the matter at your earliest convenience. Thank you. Jacob. She looked for other indication of written ink. That was all that was written. She put the letter on the mantel and thought quietly to herself. What unfinished business, she thought to herself. Dad was well off and had plenty of money. She knew all his business because he was a gopher that never shut up. Shrugging, she walked away from the letter making a mental note to respond to "jacob" at her earliest convenience.
Daisy was cooking some eggs when she heard a terrible bump toward the wood of her front door. She was just short of the kitchen door but not too far off from the front door located in the living room. The fireplace was on full blast and the whole house could've roasted a turkey. She ignored what she heard and went on with her cooking. When the noise banged against er front door again, Daisy dropped the frying pan and scalding hot grease splashed all over her left leg. OW!! She screamed and nearly fell off her feet. She limped to the sofa and sat down. The front door was locked so she did not care what made the noise on the other side. She was determined that whatever it was was not worth anymore of her attention. She bandaged her leg and made a mental note to stop by and to visit the town doctor on her way into town for supplies first thing in the morning.
To be continued...