(1941-12-28) Luncheon Date
Luncheon Date
Summary: Sheriff Mayfield discusses the death of Farmer Wilson with Margaret Kasper and Constance Styne.
Date: 28 Dec 1941
Related: Bull: Dead and Otherwise
Players:
everett..margaret..constance..

Early afternoon has finally brought the sheriff back into town after being roused from his early morning by the state police informing him of Farmer Wilson's death. Having gone out to the scene to investigate, Everett's just now returning and heading into the diner for some lunch and company as he shrugs out of the jacket he's wearing with the cool weather outside.

Indeed, the owner is still there at the diner, laughing as she talks with one of the waitresses and the cook behind the counter. "I know, I know.. I will do better, I swear!" Margaret is quick to say before glancing to the door when it opens, the bell ringing quietly above. A warm smile appears upon her face as she sees the sheriff, and as he makes his way towards a table, she's already got a cup of coffee in hand to bring to him, "Missed you this morning, Everett. What would you like for lunch?" Curiosity shows upon her face, though perhaps a note of concern as well that he's been so busy?

"Hey Maggie." Everett offers as he accepts the coffee with a grateful smile. "What's got the cook and waitress in an uproar?" he asks curiously as he considers. "Bowl of soup. It's potato today, right? Have the broiled chicken livers with it." Reaching up, he rubs his eyes. "Going to do a little paperwork, if you don't mind. Mess out on 14 this morning, Wilson died out there on the edge of his farm after ranting about something killing his prized bull."

"Oh.. they're teasing me about messing up the coffee cake earlier. I dropped it." Margaret offers with a wry smile as she sets the coffee down upon the table, her head nodding once in agreement when questioned about the soup. "It'll be right up." A hand is laid upon his shoulder, a squeeze offered, "Oh.. Sorry to hear that.." Curious is she! Before she might ask him more about what happened, she goes to put in his order, writing it down on a ticket to stick in the window for the cook to fill.

It's lunch, which means it is time for Constance to come in and pick up lunch for the staff at the clinic. It's a weekly tradition for the doctors and nurses to have lunch together once a week and discuss cases, business and what have you. And Sister's Diner is convenient and has excellent soup and sandwiches and that's why she is strolling through the door, wrapped in her gray cloak like wrap, under which is the stark white nurses' uniform.

Everett watches Margaret head over to the counter, raising his attention as he hears the jingle of the bells again and as he notices Constance, there's a polite nod of his head. "Afternoon, Miss Styne." he greets the woman before taking a draw from his coffee to continue his notes. As there's noone near him at the moment, it seems his attention is on his work before he pauses, tapping the pen against the table thoughtfully.

Margaret will wait for the food to be fixed, taking the plate and bowl and placing on the tray. As Constance arrives, she offers a smile to the nurse, "That order is almost ready, Miss Styne." A cloth bag waits on the counter for the last few things to be wrapped up and set inside. "I hope you and the others at the clinic have been well today?" The question is asked as she makes her way to Everett's table to deliver his food, setting a glass of iced water down as well before him, careful of the papers he might have laid out.

As Constance makes her way to the counter to wait she is greeted by the sheriff "Good afternoon yourself, Sheriff Mayfield." she offers him a breif, but warm smile. There is a nod given to Margaret "Thank you. Could I get a cup of hot tea while I wait please?" she will make her way over to stand near where Everett sits while she continues with Margaret "Everyone is well. It is good to see you haven't caught that cough that has been going around lately." its winter, the sniffling and coughing time of year. "I was quite sorry to hear about Mr. Wilson." and see him as well, but that she doesn't mention. Not proper lunch time conversation "To think he has tirading yesterday and today he is dead." she tsks as she gives a shake of her head.

"The body should be arriving about the same time as you get back from lunch. It took a while to wedge him out. Damned corpse of the bull crushed the cab." Everett says before he frowns. "Pardon my language." he murmurs, before he draws out a breath. "It was the strangest thing, though. Looks like something hit the side of the vehicle and knocked it off the road, but there was no debris or anything present. Maybe the autopsy will give us more information. Maybe this body won't disappear."

"Certainly." Margaret says with a bob of her head, and with a quiet question aside to the other waitress, the nurse's tea will be along shortly. Taking a seat opposite of Everett after setting his food down, she listens to his words, a slight frown upon her lips as she hmms, "Interesting.." One hand rubbed against the other, she is thoughtful, tilting her head to look to Constance, "No, thankfully, no sickness here… so far."

There is a nod at this bit of information "Something? As in another car perhaps?" Constance will stick to tha as a something for now. No need creating bogeymen where there potentially are none. At the reminder of bodies disappearing, or one at least she gets a somewhat grim expression "We will make sure this one doesn't." at Margaret's confirmation she leans forward slightly and raps her knuckles three times on the table top. She doesn't seem the superstious type, but she doesn't seem like a lot of things.

"Maybe, Constance. But I didn't see any debris that'd suggest it. Maybe an animal of sometype." Everett says, shrugging his shoulders as he finally starts on his meal before he draws a cross look from Margaret for letting the soup go cold. "Anyway. Between this and the milkman and pen, I ain't had much of a chance for normal things. I heard the Ladies Auxillary was having a cotilion for the New Year?" he asks Constance curiously.

Still intrigued is Margaret, her gaze sliding back and forth between the two as they discuss this situation. "Maybe.. would explain while there wasn't debris? And if it was large enough, it might have stumbled off somewhere's to die without being at the scene itself?" A thought. Mention of the possible cotilion coming up as her glancing briefly to Everett and away again, a delicate hint of color to appear upon her cheeks. "That would be fun.."

"Well it was some kind of animal that killed Mr. Wilson's bull. Though I am not sure if it would have been big enough to knock a truck off the road…at least none of the wild animals that live in the area." Constance is no vet, but she has lived her long enough to be familiar with the normal wildlife. When asked about the cotillian she gives a nod another brief warm smile emerging at the question. She attends in every year and always enjoys herself "Yes. It will be the community hall like it is every year. From what I have heard they have hired a band all the way from Nashville this year to play. It is sure to top last years event."

"I know I've missed a few.." to be honest, Everett hasn't been to one since his wife passed, allowing his daughter to go out and enjoy herself at the dance. He glances as he notices Margaret's response. "Well, this is your first one since you came back to town. Would you like some company for the evening, Maggie?" he asks her, before raising a brow to Constance. "I heard one of the Walker boys suggest it was a bear? You verifying that?" he asks her curiously, the idea of the dance lost for a moment as his attention turns to the nurse.

Margaret doesn't immediately speak of the dance - surely she'd gone in the past with her grandmother and mother in attendance. When asked by sheriff, she blushes a little more, "I would be honored to have your company, Everett." But then comes the speculation on what happened, and hearing the suggestion of a bear has her shivering a little, "If it was one, let's hope it is dead, otherwise… it might need hunting." A troublesome bear.

The boldness of Everett asking Margaret to the dance in front of her, or anyone really has her a bit surprised. Usually those things are saved for more private moments. She would have been quite embarassed for the man had the woman turned him down. She lets the bit of fauxpax wash off her as the Sheriff asks her about what the Walker boys are suggesting "I am just suggesting it was a large animal and that it wasn't anything in the feed that did that to the poor creature. Without doing a full necropsy the actual indentity of the animal will remain a mystery."

"And considering what damage the accident did, we may never know." Everett says with a faint frown as he finishes off his lunch and sets aside his plate. Perhaps he knew that Margaret wouldn't say no. But for now.. "I should get these papers filed away and an official report for the state police and take care of what needs to be done for Wilson's body. He was the only one on the farm, so that land's opened again. Damn shame - noone ever gets to settle there long."

Margaret begins to rise as well once Everett speaks of needing to go, gathering the empty plate and bowl. "Perhaps not.." She murmurs, still flushed from the question about the dance. The waitress does motion to her and to the waiting bag that Connie was there to pick up, so she says quietly, "The food is ready for you as well, Miss Styne. I'll put it on the clinic's tab, as usual?"

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