repeated itself several times that morning, with variations, before Amy finally arrived for her shift. When she walked in, stepping aside for two exiting, and still talking, women, Piper nearly cheered with relief.
âBusy morning?â Amy asked.
âNonstop. But chatter, not sales. Thoughts of pickling, apparently, do not go along with crime, which I suppose I should be grateful for. Oh, before I forget, Erin dropped a book off for you.â Piper hadnât checked the title when she took it from Erin, and she glanced at it now.
The Ins and Outs of Running a Restaurant
. âHmm. Something in the works?â
Amy laughed. âI wish! But not for a good while. Itâs my long-term goal. Iâm getting the kitchen end down pat, working at A La Carte. I thought it wouldnât hurt to start studying up on the business end.â
âGood thinking.â As Amy dropped her purse and the library book behind the counter, Piper added, âPerhaps Carl Ehlers could have used some instruction in that department before opening up his pizzeria.â
âI know. What heâs going through is exactly what scares me. I donât want to sink a pile of money into a place and then watch it go down the drain. A lot goes into making a success of a restaurant beyond offering good food. Thereâs location, figuring out the right prices, good suppliers . . .â Amy shuddered.
âWhere is Carl missing out, do you suppose?â
âI donât know.â Amy stopped tying the strings of the apron sheâd put on to think. âHis pizza is great, and I think the waitstaff generally do a good job.â She shrugged. âCustomers can be fickle, though. One week yours is the trendy place to go to. The next week, who knows? Itâs like everyone gets the memo, and something sends people elsewhere.â
âSomething like a comment on the radio about health code violations at your restaurant?â
Amy nodded vigorously. âIf youâre in trouble already, that sure wonât help. Think anyone would want to patronize a restaurant once the image of a bug-infested kitchen is in their heads? I wonder why Conti did that.â
âWho knows?â Piper said. But as she walked over to tidy up a display of seasoning jars, Piper thought the more interesting question might be how Carl Ehlers reacted to it.
A my disappeared into the back room to start cooking up a green apple pectin stock from a batch of Granny Smith apples, and Piper stayed where she was, expecting a fresh onslaught of Cloverdale ânews spreaders.â What she didnât expect was Scott popping in, looking dapper in a sports jacket and shirt and tie over khakis.
âHey, Lamb Châoops!â He grinned. âI mean, Piper. Guess what?â
âWhat, Scott?â
âI just signed the papers on my new office. Itâs the one I told you about, down the block and next to the orthopedist. Weâll practically be neighbors! Iâm celebrating. Want to go to lunch?â
Piper stared at her ex-fiancé. Sheâd reached the end of her rope with him and it was time to shake him off it. âScott, we have to talk.â
âGreat. I have a nice, quiet place in mind for that, where we can also get a glass of wine to toast my new digs. Sound good?â
âNo, not good.â Piper glanced outside her windows to see if anyone was heading their way. All looked clear. âI know when we talked the last time that I agreed to remain friends.â
âUh-huh. And friends celebrate with friends, right?â
âYouâve been pushing it, Scott. Showing up at the soccer games, following Will and me to the restaurants afterwardââ
âFollowing?â Scott looked offended. âYour Aunt Judy specifically asked me to come along.â
âAnd Iâm going to have a talk with her, too. Of course sheâd invite you along! Aunt Judy has always looked after