Beckett's Birthright. Bronwyn Williams

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      “Growing up in a parsonage,” she had once explained, “you learn early not to offend a single soul for fear of finding your whole family uprooted and moved to a new charge before the cat can lick her paw.”

      Isobel’s parents had perished in a house fire that the church board felt somewhat responsible for. They’d been told that the chimneys in the parsonage were in sad condition, but had put off having them repaired in favor of more important matters, such as new carpeting for the church.

      Lilah had been sent off to school by a father who didn’t approve of her, didn’t want her around and could well afford to pay someone else to contend with her. He’d been sick to death of the constant wrangles between his housekeeper and his daughter. The two women had despised each other since the day Pearly May had been hired to look after the house, the man and his newly weaned daughter.

      “There you are, the last straggler off the train. I might have known,” Lilah exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace her friend. “Where’s the rest of your luggage? Is this it? I told you you’d be staying here all summer, didn’t I? Well never mind—we’ll just start all over again. I know a woman who can make you a dress in a day’s time. Shall we shop for cloth while we’re in town, or come back next week?”

      “Whew!” The smaller woman caught her breath and readjusted the bonnet that had been knocked crooked by the enthusiastic greeting. “I’ve got everything I need. Just because I came for a visit, don’t think you’re going to manage me the way you did at school. I’ve graduated, remember? You didn’t.”

      “Oh, so now you’re going to rub my nose in that, I suppose.” Both women laughed. As oddly assorted as they were, they were closer than most sisters.

      Isobel swooped up her cardboard suitcase and looked around. “Where’s the cart?”

      “I took Papa’s buggy.” Lilah grinned. “He purely hates for me to drive it.”

      “I see being back home hasn’t changed you. Was your father furious when you told him you’d dropped out three weeks short of graduating?”

      “Mad as a wet hen. Not a blasted thing he could do about it, though. Fussed a lot about the waste of money. Since then I mostly just try to stay out of sight so that he forgets I’m around.”

      After stopping to buy three bolts of dimity in pastel colors and one of pale blue sateen, all over Isobel’s protests, the two women climbed back in the buggy. Catching up on gossip about classmates which neither could claim as friends, Lilah drove them to the Hillsborough Inn for refreshments, knowing her friend would not have had the pennies to spare on the journey from Salem.

      “Now, what is this exciting new development you hinted at in your letter?” Isobel blotted her lips with the linen napkin. At four foot nine, she was plain as a woman could be short of being downright homely.

      “Oh, that. Well, I told you Papa was ill. Doc Bender said it was a consumptive heart. Or was it congestive? Anyway, he’s gotten worse since I’ve been home, and before you say a word, no, it’s not because I’m there.” There were no secrets between the two young women. Isobel knew that Lilah’s father had no use for her, but she was determined to make him respect her.

      “I still intend to take over managing the farm,” the vibrant redhead continued. “At least then Papa won’t have so much to worry about.”

      “Has he agreed?”

      “Not yet, but he will. He’s hardly in a position to stop me,” Lilah replied, not without a hint of regret. He was her father, after all, even if he did resent her very existence. “And honestly, Izzy, it makes sense. I do know how to study. I can learn whatever I need to know, and who has a bigger stake in seeing the Bar J succeed than I do? Well, there’s Shem, of course.”

      She had told her friend all about the man who had taken care of her all her life, even giving her a name to live up to. Shem’s given name was Samson, he’d once confessed, although no one had called him that in half a century or more.

      “I don’t know,” Isobel said, frowning. “I don’t think your daddy’s going to let you do it. What if he comes right out and forbids it?”

      “He always forbids things, no matter what I ask,” Lilah dismissed airily. “Don’t you worry, I have my plans all laid out. The first thing I’m going to do is get rid of Pearly May and hire a neighbor of ours, who really needs a job, to take over the housekeeping. She happens to be the same woman who’s going to make you a whole new wardrobe.”

      “No, she’s not, either,” stated the freckle-faced girl with the dun-colored hair.

      “Oh, hush. I’m certainly not going to wear all those pretty pastel colors. Mrs. Randall sews beautifully, and besides, she needs the work.”

      Over the long ride back to the Bar J, the women talked over plans for the future. Lilah was not quite as confident as she tried to appear, but if she’d learned one thing over the course of twenty-two years of being a misfit, it was that no one was going to shape her life for her. If she wanted something, she would have to go after it herself. And what she wanted was a real home, one where she was both needed and respected.

      She was definitely needed in her father’s house. Unfortunately, he was not yet ready to admit it, and until he did there was little she could do to earn his respect without setting him off. He would roll his eyes and his face would turn red, and then he’d clutch his chest and make her feel like the vilest creature who ever lived for daring to upset him. The trouble was, she had a temper to match his, and sometimes she just couldn’t hold back.

      They pulled into the yard just after five that evening, hungry, dusty, their throats raw from talking nearly nonstop throughout the journey. Catching sight of a familiar trap tied off in front of the house, Lilah frowned.

      Streak emerged from the barn and came shambling across the clearing. He stared at the passenger for a moment and then reached for the reins. “Here, let me take her for you, Miss Lilah.”

      “What’s the doctor’s trap doing here?”

      The herd boss glanced over toward the house. “Well now, as to that, I reckon Doc Bender just stopped by to pay his respects to your papa.”

      Lilah jumped down and handed over the reins. “The devil, you say. Papa’s had another spell, hasn’t he?”

      “All I know is when Shem went up to the house this morning, he come out threatening to wring Pearly May’s neck for not sending Willy to fetch Doc Bender.”

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