The front door shook from the caller's relentless pounding. Whoever wanted in was determined to do so. I walked down the hall and wondered who it was and why no one else had answered the door. I was surprised to see Mr. Joseph Adams there.
His arrival in town a month ago would never be forgotten. Upon a horse he had ridden through the main entrance with a smirk on his face that had made the men fearful and the women melt. Whispering citizens had come together in the center of the town for a meeting that honored this mysterious man. My father, the Governor, had introduced him as Joseph Adams. The name did not seem to fit, but it slipped my mind. He had waltzed across the stage with infinite confidence and spoke of his desire to see the town grow, how he would use his own fortune to make such a thing possible. Silence had been non-existent. There was constant chatter everywhere all about the new member of the town. .
"I have an appointment to see your father."".
The request to speak with my father was reasonable, so I called for him, but I received no response. I told Mr. Adams that I would send for him when my father returned, but he insisted on waiting. I did not trust him enough to leave him on his own, so I sat with him.
"When we spoke yesterday, your father assured me that he was eager to sell the cottage. I'm surprised he is not here."".
Curiosity ran me over and I was determined to find out where this man really came from and why the cottage that had been vacant for twenty years was so important to him. .
I started with a simple question. "Where are you from?-.
"Umm, I lived in Mississippi and I came here to start a new life."".
His answer seemed forced and overused. He had to think about it and that made me wonder if he was telling the truth. I thought that he had no reason to lie, so I gave him the benefit of a doubt. "Are you married? Do you have a family,"" I asked nonchalantly.
"No, I am not married.