The Amish Widow (Amish Romance Mystery) (Amish Secret Widows' Society Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

walked slowly back to his car. Once he opened his car door, he said, “My office is above the post office if you change your mind.”
    Emma stared him down and then he got in his car and drove away. Emma threw her head back and let out a groan and then she went inside, careful to lock the front door after herself. She sat at the kitchen table and tried to calm down. A cup of tea is what I need, Emma thought. Once she had calmed down a little, she put the kettle on the stove. I wonder if I should tell Wil that the vulture came to the haus. Nee, he already is concerned enough; I don’t want him to be coming over twice every day to watch me, once is enough.
    In the back of Emma’s mind she wondered why Wil was so fast to get to her place when he saw Mr. Weeks’ car, but he did nothing to rescue her when the vulture appeared. Surely the vulture’s car would have passed Wil on his way home.
    While she drank hot chamomile tea, she decided to go into town and get herself some needlework; that would give her something with which to occupy herself. She also considered getting some sort of a weapon, something a little better than a gardening fork. Was the vulture threatening her, talking about being all alone or trying to scare her? She wasn’t sure which one. Maybe she would look around the barn and see what she could use to defend herself.
    Emma hitched the buggy for her trip into town and then had a look around the barn for a weapon of self-defense. The best she could find was a pitchfork and a spade. She put them both in the back of the buggy just in case she had any trouble on the way to town or the way back.
    The wool and craft shop was more crowded than Emma had ever seen it. It was as if everyone had decided to go there that day. She spotted her friend Maureen at the back of the shop. “Maureen.”
    “Hello, Emma. I was going to visit you later today.”
    “Please still come. I’d love it if you did.” Seeing Maureen’s smiling face made Emma happy.
    “I’ll come see you in a couple of hours if you’ll be home by then.”
    “I’ll be home. I just came here to get something to sew.” Emma held a couple of things in the air that she had chosen. “Trying to keep busy and all.”
    Maureen smiled, revealing the familiar gap in her front teeth as she did so.
    Before long, a queue formed in the shop as people waited to pay for their goods. Maureen was first in the queue; she paid for her things and left the shop. Emma was five back from the register. The next person to be served was taking a very long time and Emma wondered whether the sales assistant was having a gossip session instead of serving the woman.
    Emma impatiently shifted her weight from one foot to another and then glanced out the window. Across the road she saw Wil, but who was the man he was talking to? She looked a little harder and saw that the man Wil was speaking to was the vulture.
    “Next,” the sales assistant shouted.
    Emma looked around, but she was still three from being served. She turned again to study the two men. They were speaking to each other in a civil manner as if they were friends. Emma frowned. That can’t be right ; why would Wil be friendly with that horrid and rude man? He certainly looks to be friendly with him. But, Wil was rude to him at the funeral so why is he nice to him now?
    “Next.”
    Emma looked up to see the bored sales assistant waiting for her to bring her goods to the counter.
    Once she paid for the goods and was ready to leave the shop, Emma looked out the window again, but the two men had gone. She stepped out of the store and looked both ways up the street, but still no sign of either man. Confused and upset at the sight of the two men being friendly, she hurried back to her buggy. She passed the post office and remembered the terrible man saying his office was located above it. She stopped and stepped through the doorway, which led to the upstairs offices. Ah, there it was ‘McAllister Realtor.’ I just