"Home is where our heart is, " so it's been said . The Home of her grandparents, the home of her mother and father and now the home of Elizabeth Catherine Dubois.'
"A far look o'er the hills, just on the first ridge, sitting in front of the tree line, look o'er yunder, o'er there. See the smoke rising Eastward? Yea, that's the family place. A cottage on the hill. If you want to know where to find Beth, that is where she stays most of the year. In the Spring you'll be able to see her garden, just like all the other Dubois women and in the winter unless she comes into town you won't see too much of her. The roads going up and down the ridge become treachorous and Beth stocks her supplies on the good days and that is when you'll see her in town in the winter months. Oh, the winters are a long five to six months and the Spring, summer and fall are so sweet. May I ask mamn, what do you want with Ms. Dubois? She ain't too friendly with the town folk and I doubt she'd be too friendly to a stranger?"
The old women said , "Thank you sir for your assistence. I appreciate your directions. Now tell me how are the roads now? Are they drivable?"
"Well, it depends." He cleared his throat and spit on the ground. "How well do you drive mamn and do she know you be coming?" He paused. "More than the ride up there be the fact that Ms. Dubois, like I said fore, she don't like folks. She don't like strangers either. She be'z a lona type, all to her self and her animals up there, all winter long." He glared into the old women's eyes if he he meant a warning. " He added, "she's odd. Yea, strange and unfriendly."
The older women just staired back not giving into her reasons for her untimely visit. After all, it was nobody's business and Mr. Busy Body was much too curious.
She says, "again thank you, you've been most helpful. I hope you have a grand day." She went to her car towards the only hotel and checked in.
Once situated in her room Mrs. Elenor Grace Harding called promptly to the front desk.
"Hello, this is Ms. Elenor Harding and I would like a phone number please."
"Yes Mamn, who's number would you want?"
"Ms. Elizabeth Catherine Dubois."
A mysterious pause occured.
The man at the front desk cleared his throat just like Mr. Busy Body.
"I see. Ms. Dubois is not listed. She does not have a phone."
"Oh, dear, I see. Well, then how do I drive to her home? What are the directions, sir?"
"Mrs. Harding, the weather is poor and will be getting worse. There will be fog driving this late and possibly snow. I suggest you wait until the weather improves," smuggly his advice was offered.
Putting on her English charm and her old lady disguise, she said, "thank you, I will consider your acute weather report and road warnings, but I must see Ms. Dubois immediately."
Ruffled by the fact that two people were now attempting sabatoge and trying to control her by givng bleak unfriendly advice. Resolved to go anyway dispite their "frail warnings," said, "which roads, sir."
He drew a map. Many twist and turns and also drew turn around spots on the white computer paper. He felt sorry for the old women and realised that she would not be persuaded to call off the late winter visit on the winding icey roads leading up the foothills up to the town witch. He sneered at his feeble map and advice but felt he drew it the best he could and that his warnings were sufficient to stop her. And after the advice, she chose to go anyway.