Trudy Moncha wasn’t quite sure what to make of Yachne. Her talk of ghosts, witches and the devil bordered on extreme paranoia, zealot or something worse.  Trudy wanted to assure her that she would not harbor evil, but that she was determined to renovate and open The Pink Lady Slipper in the near future. “I had intentions of restoring the Lady Slipper and turning it in to a bed and breakfast.” There will be no evil in that. Ordinary families on vacation needing a place to spend the night will find haven at the Lady Slipper. That’s what I have planned.” She said hoping that appeased Yachne.

Wringing her hands and ready to bolt out the door at the drop of a pin Yachne bubbled over with foreboding. “Oh fine.  Another brothel.  Another house of ill repute. Another evil den of iniquity.  This place needs to be burned.  Burned to rid us of its evil,” Yachne said agitated, rising to leave.  “I must get back.  Pastor Joseph will be worried for my well-being.”

“I’m sorry you feel the house harbors evil Mrs. Yachne. Mother loved it, so do I,” she said opening the door for Yachne.

“Like an evil lover.  You unmarried woman are ripe for the devils deeds,” she turned and walked quickly down the outer stair case of the Carriage House.