On a bright and sunny day, a small child played with her big sister in a field near their home. A home that they shared with their father and older brother. Her mother left about a year before, and they never really knew what had become of her. It was certainly an uncommon thing to happen in those parts, but it happened nonetheless. At first they thought she may have been kidnapped or killed, that is until the letter came. They had received a letter from her just a few weeks after she disappeared. It said that she wanted to travel the world and be more than just a farmer's wife. She wanted adventure and excitement. Father wouldn't even finish reading the letter. He stopped after she said she wanted to travel, and then he worked outside for the rest of the day. He talked about her seldom, and never very lovingly. It made Evie wonder if her mother hadn't left for good reason. Her father was not a mean man, but he was not a kind man either. He was cold and stiff, but virtuous and always provided for his family. Evie loved her father, but he was not someone that she wanted to stay with forever.
Evie was laying in the field looking up at the sky while her sister Rose played with the dandelions. Rose was a particularly peculiar child. She was immensely smart and had a wild imagination. Evie, who was quite smart herself, but maybe not as smart as Rose, had a sensible perspective on life. She did not have the vivid imagination that belonged to her sister. She was more practical and realistic. Their older brother, Roger, was stern and stoic. He always followed the rules no matter what, and he never played silly games. He was a kind-natured boy, but never really had any fun. His mother left to have fun, so what use could it be?
Evie and Rose spent most of their time together. They had become quite close over the last year, helping each other cope with their loss. Rose had always hoped they could venture out and find her someday. Evie was less enthusiastic about this idea. They never even mentioned it to Roger or their father. But often in their field they would talk about what it would be like to see her again, and where she might be or what she might be doing. Today they were doing just that. "I wonder if she's famous somewhere," Rose said while picking the dandelions. "I bet these would look nice in a big house where she lives."
"I doubt she has a big house. And she's not famous. We certainly would have heard something about her if she was," Evie explained. "Besides, she has nothing to live on."
"I'm sure she has something. She can't just be sleeping anywhere with nowhere to live."
"Well, maybe she is. We'll probably never know."
"Oh, we'll find her one day. And then we'll know."
"All right, sure."
Evie struggled to not make her sister sad, but also to not get her hopes up. She wanted to have hope, too, but she couldn't imagine that she'd ever see her mother again. Or that she even wanted to see her again.
Before she realized it, two figures were walking towards the sisters through the field. They moved smoothly and swiftly, almost gliding, and were odd-looking. One was quite tall and lanky, and the other was short and stout. They wore dark shabby clothes and each carried in one hand a strange hat. Evie had never seen hats like these, and she couldn't figure out where these men had come from. She was frightened, but did not want to scare Rose, so she remained calm.
"Excuse me," said the short man with a high-pitched voice. "Where might we find a place to stay around here?"
"Oh, um..." Evie hesitated. "I'm...I'm not exactly sure. I think there's a place about 10 miles south. Or southeast. I'm not entirely sure of it's location."
"Nothing closer than that?" the short man asked.
"No, I don't think so," Evie replied.
"Is your father at home?" the taller man asked in a grumbly voice.
"Um...uh, yes, I...yes, he is."
"May we speak with him then? Maybe he can give us better direction," the taller man said. There was something about these men that made Evie uneasy. She couldn't quite tell what it was. Maybe their strange appearance, or maybe their greasy manners, or maybe even the fact that they had no problem approaching two young girls in the middle of nowhere.
"Certainly," Evie glanced at Rose uneasily. "You can follow me. C'mon, Rose."
The two men followed Evie back to her house, which was a good 7 or 8 minute walk from the field. No one said a word on the way, although Evie wanted to say something to break the awkwardness, but she didn't. She was too afraid. Finally they reached the house. She called out to her father and sent Rose inside to her room. Her father came outside and greeted the men with obvious unease. He gave them directions to an inn, but they continued to talk for several minutes. Evie wished she could hear what was being said. She barely noticed her brother walk out onto the porch. She even jumped when he asked what was going on.
"You startled me," she exclaimed. "I guess these two men are lost or on a journey or something. They need a place to stay."
"Certainly don't like the looks of them. Where do they come from?"
"I'm not sure, but I don't like them either."
"Can't be too careful these days."
"Yeah. Maybe they're..."
"Let's not speculate. Let's just send them on their way and forget about it."
But their father was not sending them on their way. In fact it seemed more like he was inviting them to stay. "Children, these men are going to stay with us tonight. Go and get dinner ready. Evie, you and Rose will have to give up your room. You can sleep in Roger's room on the floor. Mr. Coakley," he gestured to the tall man, "and Mr. Brant are welcome to stay with us as long as they need to."
It was very unlike their father to invite guests over, especially strangers, but Evie did not argue. She quietly went inside to fix dinner, feeling nervous as ever.