The Amish Baker by Marie E. Bast

Author:Marie E. Bast
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mills & Boon Love Inspired
Published: 2019-03-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

The bell on the bakery door rang loudly in late afternoon as Jacob burst through, ran straight to Sarah and gave her a big hug. “Danki for coming to visit me when I hurt my finger.”

“I was glad to do it. Since this is your first visit since the accident, you may pick out a special treat on me.”

While Jacob searched the display case, Caleb stepped forward. “Mary’s birthday is Sunday, and I was wondering if you’d make her a cake. Strawberry is her favorite. We’ll have a small gathering for her in the afternoon at about four o’clock. Hannah’s also invited.”

“Sure, I’d be happy to do that for Mary.”

“Danki. She won’t be expecting it. Did you hear that, Jacob? It’s a surprise.”

“Jah. I won’t tell.”

Caleb pointed to a roll. Sarah pulled the cinnamon swirl out of the case, placed it on a plate and poured his coffee. By then Jacob had selected a Bismarck with powdered sugar on top.

When Sarah had a minute, she stole away from the counter and sat next to Jacob. He held up his finger. “See my scar?” A little sadness edged his words.

“Oh my, that is a handsome scar, and you have a great story to tell about getting it.”

Jacob looked at his finger with a proud glint in his eye.

“And it is gut to see that it has not hurt your appetite,” she said as she glanced at his clean plate. “Caleb, King needs to have his legs stretched. Maybe I could drive out after I close and pick a few strawberries.”

“After Jacob and I run a few errands, we will start home. You can pick as many as you want.”

After locking up and hitching King, Sarah headed the buggy down the road toward Caleb’s farm. The summer breeze twirled the strings of her prayer kapp and rustled the leaves on the cornstalks. The musical sound of King’s hooves clip-clopping on the road, the birds singing and the bees buzzing by made the three-mile trip seem short.

The soaking rain from the day before still blanketed the ground, giving off an earthy smell. How she loved the country. She hadn’t traveled outside of the Midwest and didn’t want to. She couldn’t imagine leaving all this behind.

When she met a farmer on a tractor pulling a wagon, she tugged the reins, maneuvering King to the far side of the road in case the vehicle’s noise disturbed the horse. But it didn’t. King was a well-disciplined horse.

Sarah guided the buggy into Caleb’s barnyard, stopped and looked around as she stepped from her buggy. Caleb’s farm was quiet. She didn’t see Caleb or Jacob. Not even Tiger and her kittens were around to greet her.

She walked through the strawberry patch, hoping to find at least a few plump red fruits for Mary’s cake. Jah. She pulled one from the plant and popped it in her mouth. Mmm. They would taste wunderbaar in Mary’s birthday cake.

Ach. She’d forgotten a container for the strawberries. Mary wouldn’t mind if she borrowed one.

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