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.That sort of thing happened often on Salem Road, so Rose hadn’t thought much of it.Till now.When she arrived at the main house, Mamm was entertaining Mattie Sue in the kitchen, beneath the golden light of the tall gas lamp.Mamm was smiling as Mattie showed her how to make twin babies using a white handkerchief, as though Mamm hadn’t made them herself for Hen and Rose years ago.“I learned it at Preachin’ service,” Mattie was telling her.“From Becky Zook.”“Well, isn’t that something.” A soft chuckle escaped Mamm.“Jah.and Becky’s only three.”“Arie Zook’s little girl?” asked Mamm, referring to the daughter of Hen’s childhood best friend.Mattie Sue nodded.Rose stood there quietly on the summer porch, watching and smiling.It did her heart good to hear Mamm enjoying herself so.And what an expressive child Mattie Sue was.Like Hen had been growing up, Mamm often said.Mattie raised her sweet face to her grandmother’s.“Are Becky and her baby brother going to the wedding tomorrow?”“Why no, dear one.Weddings are for grown-ups and courting-age young folk.” Mamm touched Mattie’s blond hair, which was wound in tight braids around her little head.“What’s courting?” Mattie Sue asked innocently.“Well, now, let’s see.”Rose figured her mother might be relieved if she made her presence known just now.She scuffed her feet on the porch and opened the kitchen door.“Hullo, there.” She went over to greet Mamm, touching her arm.“How are ya feelin’ this evening?”“Oh, perty gut.right now, at least.”She glanced at Mattie Sue, who was swinging the hankie.“I’m rocking the baby cradle,” her niece announced, grinning at Rose.“I need to polish my shoes for the wedding tomorrow,” Rose said, heading for the stairs.Mattie Sue jumped up and followed Rose all the way to her bedroom.“Oh, can I help, Aendi?”“Well, sure, honey.You can tell me when they’re nice and shiny.make sure I do it right.” Rose leaned down to get her for-good black leather shoes from beneath the bed.Years ago, she’d seen a bride and her attendants modeling some fancy ones in a magazine.She remembered being surprised at the delicate white satin shoes, with their slender heels.An English wedding, like Hen’s.Sometimes Rose wished she’d never laid eyes on those worldly shoes, because the memory came pretty close to tempting her.After all, her newly sewn dress would look mighty nice with nearly any shoe but these heavy black ones.“Don’t ya need some old newspapers?” Mattie Sue asked.“Mommy always polishes Daddy’s shoes like that.”Rose looked over at her new dress and full apron hanging on the wooden peg, then down at the black shoes.“Follow me, Mattie Sue.”“Ach, downstairs again?”“We’ll polish them out on the porch.” Rose couldn’t help but smile as her niece followed, chattering all the way, some Deitsch mixed in here and there.She’s becoming like the rest of us.Hen felt like a wounded child as she sat with her father at her kitchen table.Fear encompassed her, as if she were cornered and had nowhere to run.Truly, I’m up against a stone wall.“I should’ve married inside the Amish church,” she admitted.“None of that matters now, Hen.Brandon’s your husband and you must make peace with him.There’s no other way.”She pursed her lips, trying to keep from sobbing.“Let’s take this before the Lord in prayer,” her father said and bowed his head.“O God and Father in heaven,” he began, “we come before you now, in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.”Hen soaked in every heartfelt word, grateful for this time with her father, so deeply moved by his concern.As for herself, she quickly wiped her tears away before he said amen.“Let’s trust the Lord for the outcome, whatever it may be,” her father said firmly, getting up from his chair, then reaching for his hat.“May God’s will be done in all of our lives.”“Denki for coming over, Dad.It means a lot to me.”Before leaving, he turned.“You’ll put on a cheerful face for Mattie Sue, won’t ya?”“I’ll do my best.”“Well, ya simply must.” He reached for the back door.The minute he was out of sight, Hen picked up the letter from Brandon.Hands trembling, she sank into a chair and reread the sharp words he’d penned.Esther’s wedding day dawned with an overcast sky.The wind came up abruptly when Rose Ann and the family were about to sit down for breakfast, and dark clouds threatened rain.“If we have a downpour, it’ll bring all the remaining leaves down with it,” Dat said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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