A Marriage for Meghan by Mary Ellis

Author:Mary Ellis [Ellis, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780736941655
Publisher: Harvest House Publishers, Inc.
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Eleven

Meghan had promised Catherine she would think about returning to singings. Truth was, she hardly thought about anything else once the fervor over the Yoder fire died down. Each time she remembered the look on Mr. Yoder’s face she felt terrible. A family legacy had gone up in smoke and ash, no different than last year’s leaves and branches thrown on a bonfire. Whether caused by a malicious person or an act of God, the end result was the same. She took comfort in knowing the district would soon rally together to rebuild the structure, at least erasing the daily reminder of the family’s loss.

At breakfast that morning, Catherine casually mentioned there would be a singing this Sunday in the neighborhood. She even agreed to attend, as her engagement wouldn’t be announced until the fall. Was it time Meghan faced her fears and rejoined folks her own age? Surely Jacob would be there. He seldom missed an event involving a full dessert buffet. But what would she say to him when their paths crossed?

I’m sorry I made trouble for you when the FBI came around asking questions.

I’m sorry I was rude and hateful the day you offered to help with the surly boys.

I hope you’ll patiently wait for me forever while I prove I’m not the little ninny everybody thinks I am.

Somehow, she didn’t think so. Maybe she would simply apologize for being impolite and leave it at that. Perhaps he would take her on a moonlight trail ride, or they would stroll to the apple orchard and listen to the nightly serenade—the owls, tree frogs, whippoorwills, and mournful coyotes. She missed her friend. Jacob never criticized her for eating half a pie at one sitting or drinking cider so fast she belched like a cow.

Once, Jacob had thought she could do no wrong. Wouldn’t it be nice to regain a small portion of that undying friendship and devotion?

Meghan stopped pacing the porch and tapped on the kitchen window. “Hurry up, Cat. We’re going to be late. I hate it when scholars beat us to school.”

A harried-looking Catherine glanced up from stuffing schoolwork into a tote bag. “Be right there,” she called. “I need to pack the papers I graded, plus our lunch. I made us chicken salad sandwiches with walnuts and grapes.”

Meghan rolled her eyes but managed to smile. So like Cat…dicing celery and eggs, chopping nuts and leftover chicken breast, and then tossing everything with mayonnaise and sliced grapes all before work. She had probably baked them an Apple Betty cobbler for dessert, along with a thermos of home-brewed apricot tea. Catherine would make Isaiah a fine wife one day. He wouldn’t stay lithe and lanky once she took command of his kitchen.

If Meghan had fixed their lunch, they would be eating peanut butter and jelly on white bread with Little Debbie cakes from the sale rack at the IGA, and drink good old-fashioned water. Pity the man who married Meghan Yost. He would always be eagerly awaiting the next potluck supper.

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