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practically ran to the kitchen. Her cheeks felt flushed, her palms were damp, and her forehead had started to perspire. Those two Plain boys had made her very nervous. She couldn’t relax until they had finished their sandwiches, paid the bill, and left.
    Each had left her a twenty-five percent tip.
    And the one named Steven mumbled an apology on his way out. Daniel tipped his hat for the third time and said, “Hope to see you again real soon, Miss Leah Miller.”
    April had found the whole scene rather amusing. She warned Leah at quitting time that she had better get used to receiving attention from Amish folk.
    Leah wasn’t sure what that had meant at the time, but oddly enough the woman’s prediction proved correct. As the novelty of a new restaurant wore off among the Englischers and many returned to the sumptuous buffet up the road, word had spread within the local Amish and Mennonite communities.
    Soon all the booths and spots at the counter were again filled.
    April began talking about ordering outdoor picnic tables for overflow customers.

     
    Emma Miller Davis paced from one end of the flower garden at Hollyhock Farm to the other and then back again. She checked the contents of her picnic hamper and her purse several times. The ice in her cooler was already starting to melt. Yet her husband of almost two years still hadn’t brought their buggy around. She dug in her purse for her phone to check the time. “Goodness gracious!” she exclaimed and marched toward the barn. They were going to be late for preaching service…again.
    The love of her life, James Davis III, couldn’t seem to get used to how long it took to get places in a horse and buggy. He’d turned New Order three years ago as part of his commitment to living Amish before they married. He had finished his schooling at Ohio State Agricultural College in Wooster that summer, sold his shiny truck to his brother Kevin, and taken up Plain ways soon after. His best friend, Sam Yoder, had helped him make the transition as certain details weren’t covered in books on the Amish lifestyle. Sam had been raised New Order. His wife, Sarah Hostetler, had been raised Old Order same as Emma. But the transition for the two brides, longtime childhood friends, had been a walk in a new mown meadow by comparison.
    James had been English. He was still discovering little things he could no longer do the familiar way since turning Amish. But he said it had all been worth it to marry Emma Miller of Winesburg.
    Now Mrs. Emma Davis of Charm felt the hair on the back of her neck rise as she pushed open the barn door, searching for her ehemann. She found him in the main walkway, trying to untangle a knotted double harness. His black felt hat was tipped back on his head, while his bluntly cut hair framed his face like a golden mane. However, his expression was utter bewilderment…until he spotted her.
    “Ah, my sweet Emma. Some fool got this thing all tangled and then hung it on the peg like that.” One corner of his mouth pulled into a half smile.
    She set down her cooler and hamper on a bench and went to help. “That fool would be you, dear one. Remember when we came home from Sam and Sarah’s? You took it off wrong and were too tired to straighten it out.”
    His cheeks turned a deep scarlet. “Jah, I remember now. I spent the day at his farm digging new postholes with a rusty auger. I was beat by bedtime.”
    Emma took the harness and with nimble fingers began to straighten out the knotted leather. She clucked her tongue with disapproval. “You keep forgetting that it takes ninety minutes to go ten miles. We will be admonished by the brethren if we keep showing up late.”
    He leaned over to brush a kiss across her kapp. “Ah, Emma, they know we’re newlyweds. They’ll give us some leeway.”
    She pulled the last straps loose and pushed the harness up against his chest. “We’ve been married almost two years, Jamie. We’re not newlyweds anymore. You must get