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don’t like the way the man conducts business, by harassing people. She stepped back onto the pavement.
    What she needed was something to make herself feel better. Chocolate would be just the thing she needed. Nearly every time Emma came to town, she stopped at the specialty chocolate shop. The hand-made chocolates tasted so much better than regular store bought chocolate. Emma had tried to make her own chocolate at home once, but nothing compared to the chocolate from the little store that she had found in town. She considered she deserved a little indulgence every now and again.
    After she paid for her favorite soft centers, she decided to buy a cake for Maureen’s visit. The next store she came to was a café with bakery attached. She wondered if she might buy a few cookies as well. Before Emma got to the front door she happened to glance through one of the two full-length windows. It was through one of those windows that Emma saw an odd sight. Wil and the vulture were sitting at the same table having what looked like lunch together and they were laughing as though they were old friends.
    Nee, surely not; that can’t be the vulture I see Wil with . Emma looked harder and her first sighting was confirmed; that indeed was the horrid little man himself sitting with Wil. Emma continued walking past the café window hoping that either man would not see her.
    She walked on ahead, quite forgetting the idea of cakes or cookies. Emma climbed into the buggy and drove her horse toward home.
    Usually the clip clop of the horse’s hooves soothed whatever disagreeable mood she might be in, but today her nerves were shattered beyond repair. She could not shake the sight of the two men being friendly. What on earth would they have to laugh and chat about? A few days earlier Emma had concerns of Wil’s rudeness to the man and now they appeared best of friends. It all did not make sense. Emma forced the two men out of her mind and concentrated on Maureen’s visit.
    After Emma put the buggy away and tended to the horse, she walked out of the barn to see a buggy heading to the haus. She knew the gray buggy belonged to Henry Pluver.
    Emma met the buggy and noticed that Bob, Henry Pluver’s adult son was there also. Emma always felt uneasy around Bob and Levi had told her never to let him around the haus if she was there by herself. Bob never talked to anyone and that unnerved many people.
    “I’m sorry to hear what happened to your husband,” Henry said.
    “ Denke.”
    He would only be there to discuss the lease; Emma knew that for sure and for certain. Levi and she weren’t close with the Pluvers even though they were in the same community. They might not have even spoken at all if it weren’t for Pluvers and their arrangement for him to farm their land. “My lawyer said that the lease is fine and can carry on as is.” Well, what her lawyer did say is that as long as Mr. Pluver was happy to carry on as usual the lease would suffice, but since the lease was in her name and her late husband’s name, it did give Pluver an ‘out’ if he wanted one.
    He avoided eye contact with her as much as possible when he said, “That’s why I’m here. I can’t carry on with the leasing of your property.”
    Another blow , Emma thought. It never occurred to Emma that Pluver would want to stop leasing her land. That was how he derived his income, after all. What would she do now with no income? With no income she would surely be forced to sell the farm, unless she could find someone else to lease it quickly.
    “Why is that so? You’ve been leasing the land for years.”
    “The business is going in another direction. Anyway, I will pay you ‘til the end of the month, and that’s all.”
    Emma felt the weight of generations of Levi’s ancestors who’d worked the farm for generations fall heavily on her shoulders. “What prompted your decision?”
    “The business is going in a different direction.”
    That told Emma absolutely