back to the couch in a distracted way. He ran his hands through his beard. âNo, no. She called me at the office. Thought sheâd find me here first, I guess. I took care of it. Just aâ¦â He paused. âFlat tire.â
The Caprettis were known for volatility, but I doubted a flat tire would have engendered that kind of response. Didnât the woman have AAA? I waited with an expectant air, but Neville merely continued his aimless wandering about the room. There is nothing like a work-related problem to take a manâs mind off his personal woes, so I said:
âWhatâs your take on the somatic cell count problem at the dairy?â
I only half listened to Brandstetterâs response. I knew the gist anyway, and I was trying to read the heading on a pile of papers half covered by an abandoned salami sandwich. One canât help being familiar with judicial actions in these litigious times, and it looked remarkably like a summons and complaint. The summoned was Neville; the plaintiff Anna Luisa Capretti Brandstetter and the cause of action was a divorce.
âOh, dear,â I said.
âIt is a bit of a mystery,â Neville said with some animation. âDoucetta runs a tight ship. And of course, goats are prone to higher somatic cell counts than other ruminants. Itâs not a reliable indicator at all. A cell count of over a million in bovines is a sure sign of mastitis or worse.â
âNot necessarily,â I said. It was, in fact, a gross calumny, but the man had not spent fifty years studying cows. âThere can be a number of contributing factors.â
âYes, well, youâre the cow man. Anyway, goat counts go up if the doe is at the end of lactation, or if sheâs a big producer, or even if itâs spring.â The problem at hand had indeed served to distract him from whatever personal woe was bothering him. He leaned forward, interest in his eyes. âLeslie Chouâs right. There is quite a nice little problem here. Why are the counts so high? And why so consistently?â
âStress?â I suggested. âAre the animals confined twenty-four hours a day?â
âThe goats are pastured. This time of year, they only come in for milking. The less stress on the animal, the better a producer itâll be. Doucetta learned that early on.â
âThen a contaminant in the pasture?â Goats, like all farm animals, are vulnerable to toxic weeds and grasses.
âOdd time of year for it. But itâs certainly possible. Yes, itâs quite a nice little problem.â
âDo you think Doucetta herself has any ideas about the source?â
âShe ought toâbut good luck in getting it out of her. You know what sheâs like. On the other hand, that dairy is her life. Sheâd probably set aside her temper if you were going to help her out of a jam,â Neville said as if trying to convince himself. âI know she thumped Abrahamson with that damn cane of hers when he went in to talk to her about the feta, but that was different. More personal. She takes a lot of pride in her cheese.â
Iâd forgotten about Abrahamson. âBroke his shin, didnât she?â
âWell, he had a pretty good bruise, thatâs for sure. But I kind of admire the old girl. For heavenâs sake, Austin. She admits to ninety-four but I wouldnât be surprised if sheâs closer to a hundred. And sheâs got all her marbles.â He gave me a genuine smile, which lightened the care lines in his face. âAnd some of mine.â
âHm. So the key to getting along with her would be?â
âGetting along?â Neville laughed. âWith Doucetta? Nobody gets along with Doucetta. The trick is to avoid World War Three.â He shrugged. âJust agree with everything she says. That should do it.â His eyes slid toward the salami sandwich and the horrible document that lay beneath. âLuisa just
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