Finally time for some rest. Got here to the Brickhouse yesterday mornin’. George and Martha, they’s the owners, showed me around town and introduced me to some folks. We went through all the ins and outs of the B & B last night. Theys took off bright and early this morning. Had a car come get ‘em to take ‘em to the St. Louis airport so they’s could lend me their four-wheel drive SUV, sos I can get out to the property. They showed me the road. It looked like an overgrown tree tunnel (excepts all the leaves is off the trees bein’s it’s January) covering a rocky path. Dunno how long ago that was actually a road that was used. They says there’s generations of stories about Cahoika Junction. Some of them seem a bit on the scary side. Speakin’ of scary. It was a bit spooky bein’ here by meself this afternoon. Even Sable didn’t stray too far from me. She only ate when I put her dish down next to me. Me son, Roy, got here a little bit ago. He’s gonna stay here with me at the inn for the week. Oh! Friday, I managed to find a number to the law office in St. Louis. Apparently, they’s still goin’ one generation of lawyers after ta other in both their families. Tomorra, Roy and me is drivin’ to the city to talk to them lawyers and find out more about the trust and the property. I’m already determined to see it this week, even if it means trespassin’! Not sure if I’s the clear owner or not. At least we’ll find out tomorra. Well, here’s some stuff I found out about the history of the place this afternoon when I cruised the internet and read some of Ma’s genealogy papers.
Well, I reckon I’s better get some sleep. Anxious about meetin’ the attorneys tomorra. Figure they might be relations as one of them has the same last name as Homer.