His Risk: The Amish of Hart County by Gray Shelley Shepard

Author:Gray, Shelley Shepard [Gray, Shelley Shepard]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2018-03-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Saturday, February 24

Feeling pleased with herself, Alice took a moment to admire the pan of blueberry muffins that she’d just pulled out of the oven. Oh, they did indeed look fine! They were packed with berries, and the crumb topping had browned nicely.

Why, they might even be the best muffins she’d ever made.

After waking up earlier than usual, she’d decided to make something for Waneta and Mark and take it over. She’d spotted a plastic container of blueberries in the back of the refrigerator and decided to put them to good use.

She wasn’t a particularly good cook, but she could make a handful of things and was proud of them. Blueberry muffins were in that select group.

Still feeling pleased—and perhaps a bit too prideful of her small accomplishment—Alice placed the warm muffins in one of Bethy’s pretty baskets, covered them with a clean dishcloth, then headed across the street.

And stopped right in the middle of the road.

She saw that Calvin’s truck had returned. Not sure if her pulse was racing because she was anxious to see him or because she was worried how he would act when he saw her, Alice changed her plans. Instead of going inside and chatting with Waneta for a few minutes, she was going to drop off the muffins and leave.

Yes, that was the right thing to do, anyway. Mark might be home from the hospital, but he was still under the weather.

Glad to have a new plan, she trotted up the steps and rapped her knuckles twice on the door.

When it opened, Alice smiled, ready to greet Waneta or maybe even Calvin.

However, it wasn’t either of them. Instead, it was Mark Fisher himself.

And that? Well, that left her dumbfounded.

“Why are you out of bed?” she blurted before she thought the better of it.

Mark blinked, as if he needed a minute to process her words. Then he grinned. “Hiya, Alice. It’s gut to see ya, too. Come on in.”

“I’m sorry I was so rude,” she said, feeling clumsy. “I have a bad habit of saying what is on my mind. I need to learn to hold my tongue.”

“Do you think so? Huh.”

Before she knew it, she had walked right in and he had closed the door behind her. “I brought you some blueberry muffins,” she said awkwardly as she thrust the basket at him. “They’re still warm.” When he didn’t reach for them, she began to feel awkward. More tongue-tied. “They’re real good. I mean, I ate one of them already. I mean, I make real gut muffins.” Oh, for heaven’s sakes! Had she just said that?

He smiled. “That’s good to know. Danke.” At last, he took the basket and set it on the kitchen counter.

It was all she could do not to roll her eyes. No doubt Mark was real glad to know that she made good muffins. He was also probably glad he had found out that she had terrible manners. Now he could warn Waneta away from her.

Alice wasn’t sure how to salvage this awkward, one-sided conversation, but she reckoned she had better try.

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