Reckless Heart (Kauffman Amish Bakery 5.5) by Amy Clipston

Author:Amy Clipston [Clipston, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780310719847
Publisher: Zondervan
Published: 2012-04-23T05:00:00+00:00

13

Can you possibly come in tomorrow and help with the class art projects?” Barbie asked as she packed up her bag the following day. “I could use an extra set of hands with the cutting and gluing.”

“Of course,” Lydia said, following her toward the schoolhouse door. “I can leave a message at the bakery tonight. My aunt has asked a few more bakers to come in and help us since we’ve been short staffed without my mammi. Since we’re getting more help, I’m certain it will be fine for me to work here tomorrow.”

Barbie pushed the door open. “Danki. I appreciate your—” She paused, and her expression turned to concern. “May I help you?” she asked, her voice filled with anxiety.

Lydia stood on tiptoe to see past her and saw Tristan sauntering up the rock path. “Tristan!” She waved, and he smiled in response. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Hi, Lydia,” he called as he approached the steps. “I thought I’d stop by and see if you were around. I got out of school early today.” He looked at Barbie and held out his hand. “I’m Tristan Anderson. I recently moved here from New Jersey.”

Silently, Barbie marched down the stairs and past him. Turning back toward the school, she shot Lydia a disapproving look. “It’s time to go home, Lydia.”

“I know,” Lydia said. “How are you doing, Tristan?” She gave him a nervous smile.

“Fine,” he said. “I was wondering if I could get that tour of the schoolhouse you promised me.”

“Oh.” Lydia looked at Barbie, who shook her head and continued to look concerned. “I’m going to give Tristan a quick tour. He’s interested in seeing one of our schools since he’s grown up in public English schools.”

“I don’t think that would be wise,” Barbie said, hefting her bag farther up on her shoulder. “It’s getting late. Isn’t your aenti waiting for you to get home and take over with the kinner?”

“I’ll make it quick,” Lydia said, stepping back into the school. “Come on in, Tristan.”

“Don’t forget,” Barbie called. “I need you here tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Lydia called. “Good night, Barbie.” She led Tristan into the school. “This is our exciting school,” she joked. “You can see it’s just one room with a lot of desks, books, and a blackboard.”

“Wow,” Tristan said, stepping through the doorframe and glancing around the room. “It really is one room. Are you sure it’s okay if I come in?”

“Of course it is.” Lydia looked back out the door to find Barbie shaking her head and scowling at Lydia before walking back down the path. Lydia tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling surging through her as she turned toward Tristan, who was standing in front of the blackboard and studying the math problems the students had worked on earlier. She dropped her bag by the door.

“This is incredible,” he said, rubbing his chin. “You don’t see an old-fashioned blackboard and chalk anymore.”

“Old-fashioned?” Lydia stood beside him. “How is a chalkboard old-fashioned?”

“You don’t see them in schools anymore,” he explained.

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