Girls Who Pray by Evelyn Dar

Author:Evelyn Dar [Dar, Evelyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, Writer
Published: 2019-08-25T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

It didn’t take long for Rachel and Sarah to pick up where they’d left off. In fact, it was as if Rachel had never left. They even restarted Rachel’s Pennsylvania Dutch lessons and after Sarah took over Miriam’s shop, she hired Rachel on as extra help.

Things were also going well for the Fisher family. Isaac was chosen over twenty others as Branchton’s new teacher’s apprentice and Elmer and Gideon had almost saved enough money to purchase the parcel of land behind their house for a farm.

It had been ten months since her return, and Rachel was genuinely happy. She had made amends by publicly apologizing to the church for leaving, she and Sarah spent almost every day together and most importantly, Sarah’s presence no longer invoked an itch between Rachel’s legs.

Sure, sometimes when they were alone in the shop, Rachel would notice how gracefully Sarah’s fingers held the knitting needles or how Sarah nibbled on her lower lip when she was working on a complicated pattern. But in those instances, Rachel would pinch the inside of her arm and remind herself she’d been cured and go about her quilting.

Lydia sighed loudly and dropped her portion of the quilt. “I’m bored.”

Sarah stiffened.

Lydia Zimmerman was on the heels of her fourteenth birthday and had recently taken to testing her big sister’s patience, speaking with contractions, and generally being as rebellious as an Amish teenager in Branchton could be.

“You told me you wished to help,” Sarah said, the strain of running a household at eighteen ever-present in her voice now.

Little Anna looked up from the pile of fabric scraps Sarah had given her to play with. She’d tied all of them into knots. “I quilt!”

Rachel patted her on the head. “Wow, that looks nicer than ours.”

Anna smiled at the praise and continued with her version of quilting.

Lydia rolled her eyes. “Ya, I wanted to help, but I didn’t know it would be so boring. I thought there would be Englischers buying quilts.” She scanned the empty shop with distaste. “Is this what you do all day long? How can you stand it?”

Sarah clenched her jaw.

“It’s a slow day.” Rachel winked. “Usually, there’s Englischers everywhere.”

“Really?” Lydia asked, eyes wide.

“No,” Sarah said. “You are old enough to understand not everything is for your personal entertainment.”

Lydia rolled her eyes. “Why do you have to be so mean all the time?” She stood. “Why can’t you be more like Rachel?”

Sarah looked as if she’d been slapped across the face.

“Lydia,” Rachel said, quietly. “You shouldn’t say that.”

“It’s true,” Lydia insisted. “She’s just like the Bishop now.” Lydia crossed her arms and glared at Sarah, daring her to disagree.

Sarah set aside her quilting. “Do you know how much Daed is paid for his job as Bishop?”

Lydia shook her head.

“Nothing,” Sarah said. “He works all day and many times into the evening and is paid in only God’s favor. Tell me, little sister, can you eat God’s favor? Can you wear it?”

Lydia shook her head.

“This work you find so boring”–Sarah fisted a section of the quilt–“feeds you and Samuel and Anna.

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