Page 65 - Homestead By Ann Newhouse

On arriving back to the Homestead, I was met by a worried Sofie.
“Ned, how did things go with Liz?” Sofie beckoned me into the Medical hall. She explained that there was a terrible row between Josh and her father. “My father warned Josh that Liz and her family were trouble, telling him to forget her. This upset Josh and he went and got drunk. Coming in late last night, he tripped and fell down the stairs. He has a broken arm and lots of bruises. . . . I only found out this morning after Liz had left. My father called to say Josh was unwell and to come over immediately,” she added.
“Sofie, I have to tell you, that Liz’s family are quite respectable, and it’s your father who is the problem. He told me to warn Liz and her family off Josh. Liz’s mother has bad history with your father. I’m not sure what, yet, but I intend to find out,” I could see Sofie was not happy with what I had to say.
“No Ned you’re wrong. My father has done very good things for a lot of folk. Some are just jealous. He has built this place and given a home to many who could not have made a life after the fire. Have you forgotten he has given you your life back also?” Sofie was very angry.
“I’m sorry Sofie but your father is a bully and has made folk beholding to him. Some people must pay a high price to live here. You agree that your father is running you and Josh’s lives. . .You want to leave, don’t you?” I could see Sofie was battling for an answer.
“Oh, Ned I don’t want us to fall out over this. I know my father tries to run our lives, but he wants what’s best for us.” I knew I was getting nowhere, so I agreed to let it be and requested to see Josh.
“He is sleeping. I gave him a sedative for the pain. Come over to the house tomorrow, as my father will be leaving for a business meeting with Tom in ‘Gallup’. They will stay over for a couple of days.”
It seemed to me that Sofie could be two different people . . . one minute she allowed me into her enchanted garden and next she puts up a wall with a sign saying . . . No Trespassing. I was totally confused.
Johanna called to my cabin, looking a little anxious. “Johanna, how are you?” I asked, as I stood aside to allow her in.
“Ned, I have to speak to you seriously about what is going on,” She was ringing her hands and I noticed a bead of sweat appeared on her forehead. “Come I’ll make us some refreshment. You look hot and pale.”