I had to smile at that. “You know no one would listen to him. All of us see each other all the time. It was nice of David to ask, though. Even though it embarrasses me.”
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Mamm said firmly, and lifted the stove lid to check the coals. “Your father asked my Dat if he could court me, and he never regretted it.” The smile fought its way free again, and I had to laugh at how she didn’t say which
he
she meant. My parents adored each other, though it would take an educated family eye to see it. The way Mamm always gave him the choicest piece of the roast, or made dumplings fried in bacon and onions just because he loved them. The way he always handed her out of the buggy as if she were a queen, even before he saw to Daisy, our mare. I’d seen many a man take care of his livestock and
then
worry about whether his wife was ankle deep in mud beside the buggy.
A tiny bit of a wonder about whether David would put his
horse or his girl first whisked through my brain before I chased it away. I was going to have a hard enough time treating him the way I’d always treated him—as a friend, a brother, someone who also sang parts outside of meeting—now that he’d made his feelings public.
Dat
was as closed-mouthed as a rat trap, but if there were any guarantees in this world, it would be that a private matter between menr betwee would get out sooner rather than later.
When I didn’t speak,
Mamm finally said, “Ah well. You go and weed those front beds and think about it. There’s no rush. But I won’t ask your brother to wait for you Sunday after Singing.”
Smiling as if this was hugely funny,
Mamm got out the frying pan and I escaped into the muddy, bare garden, where the weeds were the first things to sprout.
Sunday after
Singing. When I would see Gabriel again.
*
Eternal life.
Isn’t this what every Christian longs for? And yet, having attained it, I am still a little confused. When the gift was given to me at the age of nineteen, I was filled with joy. Endless ages in which to praise my Creator! To worship Him while the stars wheeled overhead and the seasons turned. The fact that I was not doing so in front of a throne, or in the company of beings made of spirit and light, puzzled me at first, but then, like any creature, I adapted. Not that I would ever intimate that the Bible was mistaken. But reality being different from prophecy, and I being a realist, I simply got on with what I was given.
Eternal life.
I’m still finding it strange, even after two centuries.
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Other Books by Shelley Adina
Caught You Looking
(July 2011, contemporary romance, Moonshell Bay #1)
Immortal Faith
(August 2011, paranormal YA)
Peep, the Hundred-Decibel Hummer
(May 2012, early reader)
The
All About Us
series of six books (contemporary YA, 2008–2010)
To learn about Shelley’s Amish women’s fiction written as Adina Senft, visit
www.adinasenft.com
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A City Girl's Guide to Plain Living
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The Wounded Heart
(September 2011)
The Hidden Life
(June 2012)
The Tempted Soul
(March 2013)
Upcoming
2013 Releases
A Lady of Resources
, Magnificent Devices #5
Emily, the Easter Chick
(early reader)
Caught You Listening
, Moonshell Bay #2