Amish Romance: The Promise (Hollybrook Amish Romance: Greta's Story Book 2) by Brenda Maxfield

Author:Brenda Maxfield [Maxfield, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Tica House Publishing LLC
Published: 2017-03-14T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Greta didn’t have time to let her bread cool before she took it over to Isaac’s house. She’d have to slice it there, which shouldn’t be a problem. She was excited to see what progress had been made. When she pulled onto the property, she hardly found room for her cart out front. As she’d known, a swarm of women had shown up. A makeshift table under the tree sagged with food.

“Hello, Greta,” a few women called when she appeared.

She quickly set out her loaves and began slicing them.

“Gut. You brought more bread. We have plenty of cold cuts, but I was worried about the bread.” Tammy Lapp rearranged some of the offerings.

“Isaac should be here soon,” Mary Benter commented. “Don’t take that long from Ohio.”

“He’s coming today?” Greta asked. Her pulse quickened.

“Of course, he’s coming. Anybody would.” Mary pulled a piece of bologna from the stack of cold cuts. She folded it up and stuck it in her mouth.

“Mary Benter! The menfolk will eat first. Didn’t you have any breakfast?” Tammy scolded her.

Mary let out a guffaw. “Hungry all the time.” She leaned close to Tammy and lowered her voice. “And you know what that means.”

Tammy’s brow rose. “Mary! You don’t say!”

Mary nodded. “Pretty near sure.”

“That will make seven. You know, Old Mae’s here.”

Mary elbowed Tammy. “As if I’ll be bothering her with that at a time like this.”

Tammy smiled. “She wouldn’t mind.”

“Abigail’s returning,” Greta said.

Tammy looked at her. “You don’t say.”

“That girl has the same gift as her grossmammi. No doubt about it,” Mary said, grabbing a second piece of bologna.

“You got to know her right well, didn’t you?” Tammy asked.

Greta nodded. “She took care of Betty real well.”

“Then I’m glad she’s back. All of us work Old Mae too hard, anyway.” Tammy slapped Mary’s hand. “Mary Benter, quit your sneaking food.”

Greta finished slicing her bread and moved away. She could easily see the progress the men had made on Isaac’s house. They swarmed the place like an army of ants, so she didn’t even try to go inside.

Isaac could be coming that very day? Then her letter to him was useless after all. She shouldn’t have even bothered with it. She wondered how she should act around him.

“Greta.”

She swirled around to see Todd approach.

“You here with food?”

“I am.”

He drew near. “Your dat’s doing fine,” he said, his voice low. “Thought you’d want to know.”

Greta gave him an appreciative nod. “Glad to hear it.”

She scanned the men for her father but didn’t find him.

“He’s around back. We set up some sawhorses, and he’s helping cut wood.” Todd gave her a wide smile. “I suggested it. Thought it might be something he could do without moving around too much.”

“Thank you, Todd.”

“We’re expecting Isaac anytime.” Todd looked at her. “You’ve been writing to him, ain’t so?”

She swallowed. “Why would you think that?” she asked. Did her voice sound normal? She hoped so.

“Well, you must’ve talked with him about Betty’s garden.”

She paused a second before answering. “Jah. I did talk to him about that.

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