Life Regained (An Amish Friendship Series Book 1) by Sarah Price & Whoopie Pie Pam Jarrell

Author:Sarah Price & Whoopie Pie Pam Jarrell [Price, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Price Publishing, LLC.
Published: 2014-05-25T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

The house was quiet when she walked up the porch steps and stood at the door, apprehensive about whether she should knock on the door or simply walk in. The inside door was open as if inviting her to just enter. But she wasn’t comfortable presuming such familiarity. Not yet.

She glanced over her shoulder, trying to see if anyone was in the barnyard but no one was in sight. A dog barked in the distance, she suspected from one of the other Troyer farms. She hadn’t met them yet, only seen an occasional buggy pull up the lane and turn at the fork in the driveway.

Still undecided, she took a deep breath. Better to err on the side of caution, she rationalized.

Softly, she knocked on the glass door and waited. Nothing.

Carefully, she opened the glass door and poked her head inside, calling out,“Hello? Mary?”Silence. She leaned in and listened, trying to hear any indication of movement.

The smell of delicious ham cooking in the oven wafted through the air and she shut her eyes, savoring the scent. It reminded her of Thanksgiving. William always wanted a ham and a turkey for that holiday. The smell of it reminded her of happier days with the family crowded around the table, sometimes two folding tables pushed up against each other to make room for his visiting siblings.

“So you made it in time for the quilting bee, then?”

Elizabeth started at the voice and turned, surprised to see Mary walking through a doorway under the staircase, carrying two serving platters in her arms. Elizabeth hadn’t noticed a doorway there and, when Mary shut the door, she knew why. It blended in with the wall.

“You scared me,”Elizabeth laughed, still trying to calm her jittery nerves.“I didn’t see a door there.”

“Storm cellar,”was all Mary said to explain it.

Of course. Every house in Ohio had a storm cellar, a place of refuge from the far-too-common storms that descended upon the area in the spring. Elizabeth suspected that there was a pantry down there, filled with fruits and vegetables, canned in glass jars. She would have loved to have seen it, but she was too shy to ask.

“You come on in, Lizzy,”Mary said as she walked toward the counter. You can set the table before the men arrive. We’ll leave for the quilting bee after the men have had their meal.”

She hadn’t considered that it was almost noon and Mary would need to feed her family before leaving. It dawned on her that Mary expected her to stay for the dinner meal. Suddenly, she felt nervous, uncertain what to expect in the mixed company of an Amish family.

On several occasions, she had waved to Mary’s husband and sons, but she had yet to formerly meet them, never mind spend time with them. In her mind, she imagined they would be strict and stern, little humor in their conversation (if there was any conversation at all!). She wondered what they would talk about and whether they would talk in Dutch or English.

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