competitors.
Delphine might be a small town, but this appeared to be more than a chance encounter.
When Henry looked up, Elise thought he looked a bit guilty before he smiled and waved her over. âHello, Elise. How are things at River Bend?â
âAside from a little dry, just fine, Henry. How are you faring out your way?â
The older man chuckled. âOh, weâre getting by. Although the extra irrigation has added more expense than Iâd like. But weâll all manage, right?â
Elise laughed. âDo we have any other choice?â
âIâve found thereâs always another choice,â Pam added with more than a touch of sarcasm.
Elise was sure she would say something more, but Henry quickly put a hand over the Pit ownerâs forearm, and she clammed right up.
What is up with that?
âWell, I should be getting back,â he said. Standing, he leaned heavily on his ornate oak cane. âWeâll talk later, Pam. And quit worrying; it will all work out. Youâll see. Elise, it was a pleasure to see you. Give my best to your family.â
Elise watched him go and wondered what Henryâs comments to Pam had meant. She hadnât realized they were that well acquainted, but the meeting seemed to suggest otherwise. Sliding into the booth opposite Pam, Elise contemplated the best way to get the woman talking.
âI spoke to Darrell Yancy today, and he said heâd run into you and Uncle Edmond.â
Well, El, that was a lame opener.
And of course, Darrell hadnât actually said that in so many words, but his earlier reaction at her guesses had told her she was on the money.
âIs that so?â Pam eyed her with suspicion. âAnd what did the fine deputy have to say?â
âJust that you two thought things were going to somehow change at the vineyard in the near future,â Elise reported with mock innocence. âYou know, I canât imagine what that would be.â
âOh, just you wait. Change is coming, all right.â
Elise blinked and gave Pam another clueless look. Maybe just a little nudge of information was in order. âDo you mean the restraining order? You know, I tried to talk them out of that, but Uncle Edmond behaved so badly last night that the rest of the family wouldnât listen to a word.â
Pamâs head snapped up sharply at that little nugget, a shocked look on her face. âRestraining order? What restraining order?â
Gotcha! Elise smiled inwardly and glanced at her watch. âUh, the one thatâs going into effect this afternoon or early tomorrow morning at the latest. It will bar Uncle Edmond from vineyard property. I thought you knew, being that you two are so close and all.â
Elise watched Pamâs face go red and mottled with anger. She also thought Mrs. P. might have been wrong about Pam; there was a whole lot more than bipolar going on here, for sure.
âThat dirty, rotten, no good son-of-aââ
âPam?â Elise interrupted. âWhatâs the matter?â
âIf Eddy Beckett thinks heâs going to screw me over, heâs got another thing cominâ , â the other woman yelled. Heads turned all over the restaurant.
âI donât understand,â Elise leaned forward with false concern. âWhat has Uncle Edmond done?â
Pam scrambled out of the booth, babbling madly. âI will not watch my business go under because of that loser , Iâll tell you that right now.â
âWhere is Uncle Edmond, Pam?â Elise asked as the owner turned to stalk away.
Pam spun around and glared at her. Elise held her breath, thinking the woman might have a complete meltdown right then and there. But after a moment she shook her head. âI havenât seen him since this morning, but if he comes back here, I just may choke the life out of him with my bare hands.â
Once Pam was out of range, Elise let out the breath she hadnât
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