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had said. “ Nee , I can’t see that any of those things are possible. Wil wouldn’t deceive me. What reason would he have for doing that?”
    “Think about it, Emma. You’ve a large piece of prime farmland and it joins on to Wil’s property. They’d both be worth a heck of a lot more together than they would as two single farms.”
    Emma looked at Maureen’s beady eyes. “Would they?”
    Maureen nodded enthusiastically. “It’s too much of a coincidence that Pluver has pulled the plug on the lease now too. Someone’s trying to force you off your land.”
    A chill ran down Emma’s spine. She would definitely take the pitchfork up to her bedroom with her tonight. Emma recalled how Wil was always looking for opportunities to make money, but would he try and use her to make money; the widow of his best friend? She hoped it was not true.
    “You were in the same friendship group as Wil and Levi growing up, weren’t you?” Emma had left her family and friends a hundred miles away to marry Levi. Emma had traveled to her cousin’s wedding and met Levi. She stayed on and married him. She had not grown up in the community, but Maureen had.
    “ Jah , I was.”
    “Wil was trustworthy then, wasn’t he?”
    “ Jah , I definitely thought he was trustworthy, but people can change. There’s definitely something funny going on with your farm. I just know it. If something smells like a snake it usually is a snake.”
    Emma nodded as she wondered what snakes smelled like.
    “Oh golly. I promised John and his fraa that I’d go there for dinner. Anyway, you should tell the group next time we meet. They’re very good at figuring things out.”
    “Really? I might do that. Denke for visiting me, Maureen. Emma rose to her feet to walk Maureen out to her buggy. “You brightened up my day.”
    “Come and visit me. It’s much easier if you visit me. And watch out who you trust, it sounds like someone really wants your farm.”
    “I will. I will on both counts, I will visit you and I will watch who I trust.”
    Emma closed her front door and bolted it. She never bothered much with locks, but today she did not feel safe. In fact, when she went to the stores or the gathering together she rarely even locked her doors. Could she trust Wil? Yesterday she was sure she would be able to trust Wil with her life, but today she was not so certain. Her once perfect world seemed to be getting less so every minute. Ever since Levi died things seemed to get worse every single day.
    She would not cook dinner tonight; she was not the slightest bit hungry. Emma pulled out the embroidery she’d bought earlier and the chocolate that she’d bought from the specialty chocolate store. She made herself comfortable on the lounge. Although she wasn’t hungry, the chocolate should sooth the sore throat she felt coming on. Emma got a sore throat every time the seasons changed. Chocolate was the only answer and she had a lot to get through. She pulled a rug over her knees to make herself cozy.
    I’ll make a start on this sampler to keep myself busy. I wonder if I should ask Wil why he was talking to that man. Nee, I’ll just wait and see if he says anything to me. At least she knew she wouldn’t have to wait long because Wil would visit again tomorrow, just as he did every day.
    Emma popped her feet up on the coffee table, smoothed out the fluffy blanket and popped a soft, center strawberry chocolate into her mouth. As the chocolate melted softly in her mouth, she concentrated hard on the embroidery so she would not have to think about Wil and what possible reason he could have for speaking to the vulture man.
    At the next widows’ meeting on the Wednesday night, Maureen encouraged Emma to tell the ladies what had gone on with Wil, the vulture and Pluver.
    After Emma had explained the whole thing, with a little emphasis on certain points from Maureen, Emma said to the group, “So what do you all think of that?”
    “Something stinks.” As usual