“If you tarry, you might not get some sleep tonight, either.”
In this part of the country, people usually went to bed early in order to get enough sleep and get up early to work the next day. The moment the sun set, the farmers would trudge back to their houses to prepare supper and soon wind down for the day. As a matter of fact, Effie had already turned off all the lights in the house, and she and her family had all gone to bed.
At this hour, the only sound that could be heard were the occasional barking of the dogs in the distance, and the pattering of the rain against the roof tiles. They provided a surprisingly apt
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background for Valerie’s chanting.
Rickey stood quietly under the eaves, holding an umbrella over his head.
The rain was getting heavier. The night had grown so cold that even he felt a slight chill. But he stood his ground and stuck to his duty.
Meanwhile, it was also pouring in Stastle.
Lucinda had just taken a shower, and was now sitting on the edge of the bed, applying the body lotion recommended especially for pregnant women.
Nathan was sitting cross-legged behind her, diligently massaging her shoulders and neck.
“Honey, I heard news of Graham earlier…”
Lucinda stiffened.
Realizing that she was irritated by the mention of her brother, Nathan hurriedly continued, “I heard that he refused to sign the inheritance papers. Ismael went to see him, but he left shortly after.”
“So what?” Lucinda asked in a bland tone.
“Graham always wanted to become the head of the family. He will sign the documents sooner or later. He’s just refusing right now because he feels guilty. Trust me, it will pass soon enough.”
Nathan wisely kept his mouth shut and concentrated on applying the right pressure to massage her shoulders.
The knot of tension on her shoulders slowly dissolved as the rain kept on pelting the grounds outside.
Before long, they were ready to huddle under the covers and call it a day.
But just as they were about to do that, Abel came knocking on their bedroom door.
“Miss Simmons… Your eldest brother is outside and asking to see you.
He did not bring an umbrella, but he refuses to leave. Would you care to go downstairs and receive him?”
Graham was here?
The air crackled with tension.
Lucinda didn’t even take a moment to respond.
“Tell him I’m asleep.
That I don’t have time to see him, nor do I want to see him again anyway. Send him away and tell him to never come back.”