“Wait a minute. Her farm is not three hundred acres. You have the wrong person. I lived on that farm, and I know it isn’t three hundred acres. It’s surrounded by other property. She only owns a hundred, if that, and probably closer to seventy-five, as we only grew hay and some produce that was sold. That's about it.”
“Is this Rosie?” Francesco turned the picture to face Daniel. He saw the concern and sadness in his son’s eyes. He hadn’t seen that since Daniel was a little boy.
Daniel took the file from his father’s hands and sat back down. His hands began to tremble.
“I have to go, Father.”
“Where are you going? We have other matters to discuss.”
“Rosie can’t lose that place. If she does, she’ll lose her horses. They are like children to her. I’m sorry, Father, but I have to get back to Tennessee. I’ll work day in and day out if I have to.”
“Daniel…” Francesco smiled at his son. He had never been so proud of this young man standing in front of him.
“What is it, Father? I have to leave.”
“You’re rich.”
“Please don’t start on me about money. I’m not like I was.”
“I know this, Daniel. It’s evident that you’ve changed. But you’re rich. You’ve blown money left and right and for all the wrong reasons. But you say that this Rosie is important to you?”
“She is very important to me. She’s…family.”
“Then family should stick together.” Francesco pushed the button on his desk, and Carl entered the study shortly thereafter.
“Yes, Francesco, may I be of assistance?”
“Carl, I need a bag packed as quickly as possible.”
“What climate, Sir?”
“We will also need the jet. We have to get to Tennessee.”
“Very well, Francesco.” Carl turned and quickly left the room.
“We?” Daniel didn’t know what to think.
“We’re family, Daniel. Let’s put all of our resources to good work!” Francesco smiled when his son ran to him and threw his arms around his shoulders.
“Thank you, Father. I don’t know what to say.”
“Well, you will have to think of something to say, because Rosie doesn’t know who you really are.”
“Oh God…”
The flight to Nashville was welcomed. It gave Daniel and his father time to fill in the blanks. Francesco couldn’t believe what a wonderful man Daniel had become and was excited to hand over the business to his son. But now wasn’t the time to approach company business.
Daniel led his father through the airport at a fast pace.
“You are going to have to slow down some, Daniel. I’m not a young man anymore.”
“I’m sorry, Father, I just need to get to the farm.”
“Where are you going? A limo is picking us up. Where is the damn thing?” Francesco was getting angry.
“We don’t have to wait for a limo. There’s no time.”
Daniel walked out to the parking lot, and there stood the old, faithful red pickup. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the key. Daniel opened up the passenger door without a second thought, then turned to see his father’s shocked face.
“What is this, Daniel?”
“Our limo. Get in and buckle up, I’m not sure of its safety.” Daniel laughed to himself. Francesco wasn’t laughing one bit, but did as he was told.
“Where are we going, Daniel? We can’t go to the farm, it’s too late. Rosie will surely be sleeping. Let’s just get a room, and we’ll drive out to Montoose Farm first thing in the morning.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
Disappointed, Daniel drove around Nashville until he found a nice motel that his father would approve of. For the entire night that Daniel lay on the stiff, bleach-smelling sheets, he wished for his warm, comfortable room by the barn, with the ‘night talk’ from Rosie’s horses.
“Father, wake up, we need to get going.”
“Daniel, what time is it?”
“It’s five in the morning. We can have breakfast and then head over to the farm. If we don’t hurry, Rosie will be difficult to find.”
“Wait a minute, you got up every morning at five?”
“Yes, and it was a great way to start the day. I didn’t feel like I missed a single thing. I don’t want the nightlife anymore, it just isn’t for me.”
Francesco nodded with approval and hugged his son. His pride for Daniel Giordano was beaming through his eyes. He was definitely going to make this family proud.
The old pickup bounced down the rough gravel roads until they approached the sign, “Montoose Farm.” The kitchen light was on, so Daniel climbed out of the truck and headed up to the house.
Before he could knock, he saw the foreclosure notice taped to the middle of the door. Oh my God, it’s true! With a shaking hand, Daniel knocked softly, then opened the door. There were no smells of scrambled eggs, bacon, and coffee. There was no Rosie there to greet him.
“Rosie?”
“John?” I’m in the living room, come on in!” She tried to make her voice sound as cheerful as she could.
Daniel let his father inside, then cautiously rounded the corner. What he saw broke his heart.
“Rosie, what is happening?” Daniel went down on his knees in front of her and wrapped her up in his arms. She cried loud, uncontrollable sobs. After a few minutes, Daniel sat back on his heels and held her hands.
“John, the farm is gone. Someone is coming at eight to pick up Patches and Daisy. They’ve been with me for so long. They’re my babies.” The sobs became even louder.
“Rosie, who is coming to get the horses?”
“A farmer that Sam found wants them. I don’t have a place to keep my girls. I don’t have a home. I would love to offer you your room to stay in, but there isn’t one, John. I have nothing anymore.”
Daniel was seeing red. “Rosie, do you trust me?”
“Of course I do.” Rosie smiled through her tears and patted Daniel’s cheek.
“Rosie, this is my father, Francesco Giordano.”
She stood up, and Francesco smiled and put his hand out.
“You've raised a fine young man. I just love him! He’s like a son to me, so I guess that means you’re family too!” Rosie wrapped her arms around Francesco and hugged him.
The older man blushed but was enjoying the embrace of this woman in his arms.