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great secret, and there’s not nobody knows that I know.”
    Lia curled up the corners of her mouth. “I won’t tell a soul.”
    Moses and Anna joined them in the kitchen tent. Moses put an arm around each of his grandparents. “So, what would you like to buy today?”
    Felty looked around at the tents and people and items on the lawn up for sale. “I’m not aiming to buy anything. I come to be with Anna. Anna is the spender in the family.”
    “Now, Felty,” Anna said. She pointed to a smaller tent. “I want to see what kitchen utensils are for sale.”
    Felty shook his head. “Oh, Annie girl, we don’t need no more utensils. We got plenty of gadgets to home.”
    “I want to buy some cheese,” Lia announced.
    Moses stifled a smile and pretended he didn’t know what cheese she was talking about. “I want a piece of pie.”
    Felty offered Anna his arm. “Come on, Banannie, I’ll take you to see the gadgets. But we are only going for a visit.”
    Anna gave Lia a pointed look and raised her eyebrows. “You two enjoy some time alone together.”
    Lia and Moses studied each other before bursting into laughter at Anna’s reminder that they were supposed to be falling in love. “I’m not looking for a wife,” Moses said.
    “I won’t have you,” Lia replied, her heart bouncing around like a rubber ball.
    Lia pulled some money from her pocket, but Moses shook his head. “I’ll buy. That way if you don’t like it, you won’t feel like you wasted your money.”
    “Nae, nae,” said Lia. “I can pay.” She held out her money to one of the girls helping customers at the front table. “I would like a wheel of Zimmerman cheese.”
    Moses gently nudged Lia with his shoulder until he stood directly in front of the girl. “Don’t take her money.”
    The girl, about eighteen years old, batted her eyes and smiled at Moses. Lia wasn’t surprised. Moses’s good looks could have melted snow in the dead of winter.
    Moses leaned toward the girl. “I’m paying for the cheese and two pies.”
    “Do you want two slices or two whole pies?”
    “I want to buy the pies that this girl baked.”
    “Okay, which pies are they?”
    Moses motioned to the table laden with pastries. Lia’s pies were nowhere to be seen. Lia watched as another Amish girl dunked her pie tins into a washtub overflowing with soapy water. She pointed them out to Moses. “I guess they sold already.”
    Moses groaned and slumped his shoulders. “What kind were they?”
    “Butterscotch.”
    Moses groaned louder and bowed his head. “My favorite.”
    “Do you want a different kind?” said the girl.
    “Nae, just the cheese.” He nudged Lia farther away from the girl at the counter. “Which I am paying for.”
    The girl retrieved a wheel of cheese from one of the coolers. Moses handed it to Lia, who examined the label. White with blue and red letters that read “Zimmerman Cheese Factory.”
    The girl gave Moses his change without taking her eyes from him. “You’re both so tall.”
    Lia offered no reply. She’d heard it too many times already.
    Moses flashed those white teeth. “Thank you.” And he meant it. He had been telling Lia the truth. When someone mentioned his height, he took it as a compliment.
    Moses produced a pocketknife and handed it to Lia. “Don’t eat the wax.”
    Lia laughed and took his knife while Moses turned his gaze to the ground. Lia understood the look. Humility warred against the longing inside him. It was the same for Lia when somebody ate one of her pies. She wanted people to like her baking but didn’t want their praise to make her prideful.
    She peeled back the wax, cut herself a thick slice, and took a bite. Moses glued his eyes to her face.
    Milder than regular swiss, the cheese blanketed her taste buds with a distinctive tang and a buttery flavor Lia found irresistible. “Oh, Moses! This is delicious. I’ve never eaten cheese that seems to melt in my mouth.”
    Moses stuffed his hands in his pockets