Picking up from last week’s snippet of Hedge House. I’m still chugging away at the first draft, sometimes just a hundred words at a time, but I’m chugging.
“What did happen?” Cara asked. “I don’t remember much and my mother never talked about it, except to tell me that my grandmother was crazy and it was better that we were away from her.”
“What do you remember?”
Cara slowly chewed a bite of bagel, trying to summon some sort of coherent memories, but at last she shook her head. “I remember that my father died,” she said, “and then we left here. I remember my mother being…” She frowned, trying to put the impressions of a seven year old child into the words of a twenty seven year old lawyer. “She wasn’t sad or grief stricken. More… angry and…” She shook her head. “I think she blamed my grandmother but I don’t know why.”
Jacob nodded. “She did blame her. Unfairly, but people do a lot of things when they’re in pain that they wouldn’t ordinarily do.”
“All my life all I heard her say about my grandmother was that she was crazy, and a witch, and should be locked away where she couldn’t hurt anyone.”
When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.
But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand