Appleseed Creek Trilogy, Books 1-3 by Amanda Flower

Author:Amanda Flower
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian Fiction
Publisher: B&H Publishing Group
Published: 2014-09-11T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Before I left Young’s, I went looking for Becky to make sure she had a ride home. I found her standing next to Aaron at the hostess desk, laughing at something he said. Her eyes were bright. Nope, Becky wasn’t upset by Isaac’s upcoming wedding—not one bit.

“Chloe?” She blushed. “Aaron said you were here. Where have you been?”

“Timothy and I visited with Ellie.” I didn’t mention our trip to the sheep farm.

Becky frowned. “How is she? She hasn’t been in the restaurant all day. I think this is the first day since I started working here that I haven’t seen her.”

“She’s baking.”

Becky nodded as if that made complete sense. For someone who loved to cook and bake as much as Becky, it probably did.

“I’m going to take off now. Do you have a ride?”

She nodded. “Timothy found a new chain for my bike and put it on this morning.”

As I drove out of Young’s parking lot, a small red coupe cruised in. I blinked. The driver was Collette Williams. What was Harshberger’s marketing director doing at Young’s? Young’s was one of the best restaurants in the county, so Collette might just be having dinner there. At least this is what I would have thought if I hadn’t known about her interest in my connection to the Amish in Knox County.

I turned my thoughts from Collette to the Zug family. Was it a coincidence that two people from the same family, Abby and Ezekiel, were attacked? Did I believe James Zug’s alibi? Timothy said he would call one of his friends, who worked at the auction barn, to see if James was really there the night Ezekiel was murdered. Perhaps Abby would speak to me away from the other girls.

I still had over an hour before my meeting with Leah and her friends at The Apple Core. I drove home and was relieved to find Gig the only one there.

At five o’clock on the dot, I stepped into The Apple Core. There were no customers and half of the shop’s lights had been turned off. Leah locked the door after me. “Debbie and Abby are already here. They are stocking the shelves in the back of the store. We like to do this after the shop closes, so we don’t bother any customers.”

We wove through the aisles of gifts. On the back wall a tall girl in a plain, navy dress and white prayer cap, Debbie I assumed, handed Christmas-patterned tins to Abby who stood on a step ladder. The girls moved together in a comfortable rhythm. Pick up, hand, and place. Pick up, hand, and place. They didn’t speak. I couldn’t imagine Tanisha and I working together as quietly. Once we tried to paint the living room in our old apartment and got more paint on each other than on the wall. Mr. Green came over and finished the job in record time.

Leah said something to them in Pennsylvania Dutch.

A tin froze in Debbie’s hand. She replaced it on the stack and turned to face me.

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