Page 63 - Homestead By Ann Newhouse

“Have you a moment to talk? I’ve just come from your good wife and daughter, and got permission to speak to you,” I smiled to show it was a friendly chat I wanted.
“Sure, I’ll join you in the lobby in 10,” he turned back to his chore.
Our chat started carefully by referring to the time of day and the weather. I jumped in to save time and told him everything Shelly and Liz had told me and my reason for getting involved. He gave me an angry glare when I explained I worked for John Tirrell, but before he got the wrong impression, I told him of my suspicions. I went on to say my father was a bully and I had no intention of putting up with or living the rest of my life in fear of someone like that. I could see Bob begin to trust me when I told him of the paper cuttings and the document my mother had insisted I should have, on her death bed. We finished the conversation with Bob agreeing to leave the next move to me. I explained that if all went well and John Tirrell believed that I had sorted out the relationship with Liz and Josh, we would be on the provision run in a couple of weeks. He said he would speak to Liz and Shelly, explaining our plan.