A Path Made Plain by Lynette Sowell

Author:Lynette Sowell [Sowell, Lynette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Abingdon Fiction
Published: 2016-05-23T04:00:00+00:00

16

Aenti Chelle had been acting strangely, ever since the day of Aenti Sarah’s surgery. At first, Betsy paid the change little mind, but after a week, she stopped holding her silence when on her aenti’s day off, she entered Pinecraft Pies and Pastry along with Daniel Troyer.

Daniel stood at the coffee station, pouring two cups of coffee while Aenti Chelle studied the fresh pastries and pies in the case.

“I don’t know what to choose. I know everything’s delicious. Daniel, what do you want?” She glanced over at him, her cheeks flushed.

“Surprise me,” the man said with a grin.

Aenti Chelle turned her attention back to the glass display case. “I’ll have a glazed doughnut and a chocolate fried pie, please.”

“Right away.” Betsy pulled one of each from the case and placed them on small paper plates. She leaned across the counter and whispered to her aenti. “So, you like this Daniel Troyer?”

“I do. I do.” Aenti Chelle’s gaze slid sideways. “Careful, or he’ll hear you.”

Betsy nodded, sliding the plates toward her aunt. “No charge for you today.”

“Oh, Betsy, I couldn’t.”

“You’ve been such a help and an encouragement to me, and I’m grateful.”

“Well, thank you.” Her blush deepened, the closer Daniel came.

With steaming cups of coffee in both hands, Daniel joined Aenti Chelle at the case. “So what did you choose?”

“Glazed doughnut for me, a chocolate fried pie for you. They’re still warm.”

“Wonderful.” A shiny flash at his wrist caught Betsy’s attention.

“That’s some watch, Mr. Troyer.”

“Ah, my watch.” He touched his wrist with his right hand. “It was a gift. I know it’s a little flashy, but it does its job well. Of keeping time.”

Was it her imagination, or did her observation of the watch make him nervous? Betsy tried not to frown as the couple walked to a small table by the front window. Daniel Troyer claimed to be a distant relative. But something didn’t sit right about him. She dared not ask her family, not now. But maybe Thaddeus would help her. He could use a computer and she trusted him. She sighed as she entered the kitchen to see if Vera’s pies were ready. From the delightful smell in the kitchen, she guessed they were.

Aenti Chelle was, as the Englisch said, smitten. All the more reason to see if Daniel Troyer had any secrets. But Betsy almost envied her aenti. She knew the feeling well, had felt her heart pound raucously in her chest when saying good-bye to Thaddeus this morning, him leaving the bakery as she arrived.

Vera Byler, though, put a damper on any dizziness Betsy might have had while watching Thaddeus depart shortly before dawn.

“Pies are almost done,” Vera said now, looking up from rolling out more dough. “I’m not surprised we’re not busier.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Thanksgiving’s tomorrow and everyone is picking up their pies from Yoder’s instead.” She frowned as she rolled out one more crust for pumpkin.

“I’m not surprised either, but it’s all right. I make more than pie here.” She gritted her teeth. Aenti Sarah had been far more easy to deal with.

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