The Forgotten Recipe by Amy Clipston

Author:Amy Clipston
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Zondervan
Published: 2015-09-30T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

JASON FOLLOWED STEPHEN, LEAH, AND MARY THROUGH THE Bird-in-Hand mud sale Friday afternoon. While an auctioneer yelled out prices for livestock, they made their way past tables where vendors were selling baked goods. He scanned the tables, absently wondering if Veronica was there.

When his thoughts turned to Veronica, he frowned. All week his dat’s words repeated through Jason’s thoughts—And if she’s not impressed with the gifts and the letter, then I don’t think she’s the maedel for you. He hadn’t heard from her, and he wondered if that meant she wasn’t interested.

“Jason?”

Mary looked over her shoulder at him with a concerned expression. “Are you all right? You’ve been so quiet today.”

“I’m fine, danki.” Jason forced a smile. “I’m just tired.”

Stephen gave him a look of disbelief. Jason hadn’t told Stephen that Veronica had turned him down; nor had he shared his last visit to her house with the gift bag. He didn’t want to hear his brother say, “I told you so.” Instead, Jason had kept his woes to himself at work and pushed through the week.

“Did you want to buy anything in particular?” Mary said.

Jason rubbed his chin. “I suppose I could pick up a few cows,” he said, joking.

“We’re carpenters, not dairy farmers.” Stephen raised an eyebrow. “Tell me you’re not serious.”

“Aren’t I?” Jason asked, and Mary laughed. She still talked all the time, but at least she wasn’t acting as much like she had a crush on him.

“Oh, Leah,” Mary gushed. “Look at that gorgeous quilt.” She grabbed her sister’s hand and pulled her toward a table covered with homemade quilts. They stood close to each other, speaking softly about the workmanship.

“What’s wrong, Jay?” Stephen asked while the women were preoccupied. “You’ve been quiet all week.”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Jason stuck his hands in the pockets of his trousers and surveyed the sea of people purchasing a variety of items at the mud sale.

“Jason!”

He spun around and spotted Emily Fisher trotting toward him, grinning and waving. He gasped with surprise. If Emily is here, then Veronica most likely is too!

But she doesn’t want to see me.

“Jason.” Emily worked to catch her breath. “Could I talk to you for a moment?” She smiled at Stephen. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Stephen said, clearly recognizing Emily from that first day at the bake stand. “I’ll give you two a moment to talk.” He walked over to Leah and Mary. “What are you two looking at?” “Will you check out this quilt?” Leah asked Stephen. “Tell me if you like this pattern, and I can try to make one for you.”

Emily motioned Jason to move away from the crowd of people. “Veronica is here,” she began as they walked side by side toward a less populated area. “Would you please come and talk to her?”

Jason suppressed the excitement building inside of him. “She doesn’t want to see me. When I went to your house last Saturday, she refused to come to the door.”

“Please, Jason. Give her another chance,” Emily pleaded. “She really enjoyed the gifts.”

“If

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