a hint of delight at his friendâs triumph.
He took the last sip of his wine. âCongratulations, my dear. How many wins in a row is that?â
âI shouldnât keep track.â Her blue eyes smiled under long, curly lashes. âBut since you ask, eight since we started playing. You won the first three, donât forget.â Marilynâs round cheeks pinkened. Cam would have to ask Albert sometime why she needed the walker.
âYou did that like butter, Mrs. Muller.â Ellie nodded and gave a thumbs-up gesture to Marilyn.
âThank you, young lady.â
Camâs phone buzzed in her bag. She retrieved it and checked the new text message. âOh, no.â
âWhatâs wrong?â Albertâs forehead creased.
Cam pushed her chair back and stood. âI have a dinner date, and I lost track of time. Good thing he asked me to pick up a bottle of wine.â She glanced at the time on the phone. âIâll barely have time to get home and put the chickens in for the night.â
âOff you go, then.â
âThis was really fun. I very much enjoyed meeting you, Marilyn.â Touching Marilynâs shoulder, Cam leaned down to give Albert a kiss.
âWeâll do it again,â Marilyn said.
Albert nodded with a smile. He covered Marilynâs hand with his own.
âSee you, Ellie,â Cam called, walking out of the room.
Should she pop into the kitchen and see how the meal preparation was going? No, she needed to get home and then to Peteâs, and she didnât imagine Rosemary would appreciate the visit, anyway. On her way, she paused at the receptionistâs desk to sign out and then remembered sheâd brought the vegetables in through the back door to the kitchen. She glanced up at the framed picture, a striking photograph of Moran Manor in the fall. Leaves in different shades clung to the trees, and pots of mums lined the walkway. The yellowy-brown sepia tint gave the picture a timeless feel, despite showing the residenceâs modern ramp railings and double-hung windows. If Frank had created this, he had real talent. Ruth had never mentioned her husbandâs photography.
She headed for the front door. She was about to reach for the handle when the door began to swing open, so she stepped away.
âExcuse me.â Ginger Montgomery sailed in with a rush of cold air, nearly whacking Cam with the door. The beret perched on Gingerâs head matched her white quilted jacket. âIâm going up to see my mother,â she told the receptionist in an imperious tone and swept up the stairs. The scent she wore trailed behind her.
Cam could only imagine the fireworks that might be shooting out of Bevâs room in a minute. She imagined the pyrotechnic combination of Bev, Frank, and Ginger could be downright lethal.
Chapter 5
âY ou should have seen that silly hen,â Cam said to Pete an hour later. She perched on a stool at the island in his kitchen and watched his smooth-skinned hands chop vegetables. âTopKnot just stood there in the cold. The true definition of a pea brain.â Sheâd been only a few minutes late, since the farm lay between Moran Manor and Peteâs apartment in nearby Newburyport. Sheâd raced through a quick shower at home, too, since she hadnât had time earlier.
âI have my motherâs recipe for avgolemono. Lemon chicken soup would work just as well with a frozen chickenââ
âPete Pappas.â Cam shook her finger at him. âDonât you even consider cooking poor, stupid TopKnot.â She sipped the red wine heâd poured into a wide-bowled glass for her.
âJust saying.â He waved the knife he held in the air with a wicked smile.
âWhatâs on the menu for tonight?â
âNonlocal lamb chops. My special Greek nonlocal eggplant-tomato bake and nonlocal potatoes.â He frowned playfully. âCan you manage to eat