The Cousin (Doris's Christmas Story Book 1) by Brenda Maxfield

Author:Brenda Maxfield [Maxfield, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Full Length Novels & Novella Short Stories, Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Forever Love, Christian Stories, Faith Based, Inspirational Reads, Denominations & Sects, Love Inspired, Bachelor, Single Woman, Amish Christianity, Pennsylvania Dutch, Traditional, Clean Romance, Farming & Animals, Simple Living, Plain Clothes, Mennonite, Buggy Travel, Amish Country, Amish Courting, Old Fashion Ways, German Language, Hearts Desire, Bible Teaching, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Lifetime Love, Love-Family & Forever, Action & Adventure, Small Town & Rural Area, Christmas Holidays & Celebration, Christmas Time, Holiday Whimsy, Festive Season, Winter Weather
Publisher: Tica House Publishing LLC
Published: 2019-10-30T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The next day, Doris couldn’t stand the waiting a moment longer. Matthew hadn’t shown up, nor had he made any effort to communicate with her. If he had a letter for her, he was being downright rude.

“I’m taking a walk,” she told her mother after she’d changed the sheets on all the beds.

“What? Now?” Henrietta glanced through the kitchen window. “It’s snowing a bit. Too cold for a walk.”

“You know I like the cold,” Doris insisted. “I won’t be long.”

“Where are you going? Why don’t you take the pony cart?”

“I’m taking a walk, Mamm. I thought I might stop by Aenti Verna’s.”

Henrietta’s brow lifted. “Oh? I was thinking to visit her in a few days. Why not wait for me to go with you?”

“Nee. I want to take a walk.” Doris’s worked to keep her voice calm and pleasant. Why in the world was her mother making such a fuss about her taking a walk?

“It’s a fair spell to Verna’s place.”

“It’s not that far. If I get cold, I’ll turn around and come back. I won’t be gone long.” She moved toward the washroom to grab her cape.

Kara came into the kitchen. “Mamm, where’s the black embroidery thread? I’ve looked through the drawers. It’s gone.”

“Nee, it ain’t gone. There was a gut bit left,” Henrietta said, picking up the dish towel to wipe her hands. “I put it right in the top drawer.”

“Well, I didn’t see it.”

“Oh, for goodness sakes,” Henrietta said, bustling from the room.

Doris smiled. Thank you for the distraction, Kara, she thought. Within minutes, she was bundled up and out the door.

Her mother was right. It was cold. The air pinched at her cheeks, and she felt her nose growing numb with it. Still, it was peaceful walking. The snow fluttered down lazily as if it had nothing at all to do, no tasks to accomplish, no rush. She smiled at such a thought and looked up at the gray sky. She was right to get outside. Already, she felt better. And if she were able to fetch Jordan’s letter from Matthew, the day would turn perfect.

Jordan’s letter. If he’d even written one. No. She wouldn’t think like that. She would be positive. Her footsteps shuffled through the new snow, crunching on the ice below. The road was deserted; she met neither car nor buggy. It was as if she were the only person in the world right then. It was a strange sensation and one she didn’t feel often. Her people were used to being together, sometimes in tight quarters if the family was large. The Benders had twelve children. Twelve. Barbara Bender complained constantly about how she had to share her bedroom with four sisters.

Doris heard a branch snap. She looked about and decided it must have fallen amidst the stand of trees coming up on her left. It certainly couldn’t have broken from the weight of the snow; it wasn’t that deep yet. But it was steadily falling—huge, lazy flakes that brushed against her face.

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