The Widower (Amish Country Brides) by Jennifer (J.E.B.) Spredemann

Author:Jennifer (J.E.B.) Spredemann
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: christian romance, amish, christian book, amish romance, amish books, amish ebook, amish author, amish novel, amish stories
Publisher: Jennifer (J.E.B.) Spredemann

THIRTEEN

It was afternoon by the time Titus finished up his farm chores and pulled into his folks’ country lane. Since he and the kinner usually visited on no-church Sundays, his arrival would be unexpected. The absence of Ty would also be a surprise.

He wasn’t sure he was prepared to answer questions his folks might have—and they would have questions. Especially since he’d be asking them to watch the kinner on a Friday afternoon.

He braced himself as he pulled up to the hitching rail.

Mamm met him at the buggy, ready to greet the kinner. She received Benuel from his arms, then peered into the back of the buggy. “No Ty?” Mamm frowned.

“Nee.” Titus knew his pat answer wouldn’t be sufficient, but he tried anyhow.

“Well?” She propped her free hand on her hip.

He finished tethering the horse. “Well, what?”

She shook her finger at him. “Don’t you ‘well, what?’ me. You know exactly what I want to know.”

He shrugged casually, as if his answer were of no consequence. “He’s helping out on a farm.”

“At five years old?” Her voice practically screeched.

“You and Dat started me early. Besides, it’s just for today. He was interested in strawberries.”

“Strawberries?”

“And kittens.” Titus chuckled to himself.

“Who has strawberries and kittens?”

“The Millers.” Jah, he was being vague, since they had several Miller families in their g’may.

“I see.”

“Titus.” Dat’s cheery smile was contagious. “What brings you and the boys by today?”

“Not boys. Boy. He only has Benuel with him,” Mamm informed Dat. “Ty’s working on a farm.”

“Oh?” Dat glanced at him.

“You got anything to drink, Mamm? I could use a drink.” It was a shameless diversion tactic, but he was a little thirsty.

“Kumm to think of it, me too,” Dat said. “I need a break, anyhow.”

“Whatcha working on?” Titus asked.

“Bird feeder. Your mamm’s been pestering me about building her one for some time now.”

“I don’t pester,” Mamm spat the words over her shoulder, as she led the way into the house.

Titus and his father glanced at each other and guffawed. Mamm ignored them.

“I bet little Benuel’s thirsty, too,” Mamm said to his youngest. “Right, Benuel? Do you want Mammi to get you a drink?”

Benuel nodded once.

Titus and Dat took a seat at the table. Titus always enjoyed coming home. There was a sense of comfort and familiarity and belonging that accompanied his childhood home. Not to mention all the memories of him and his schweschder growing up in this house. Which made him wonder. “How’s Laura doing?”

“She’s gut. The boppli’s about due here soon. Got a letter from her just yesterday.” Mamm set a glass of tea down in front of each of them.

“Your mamm wants to go up there when she has her boppli.” Dat grunted.

“Your father’s not too thrilled with the idea,” Mamm said.

“It would be different if they had a dawdi haus for us to stay in. Their house is already cramped as it is.” Dat reasoned. “I like my space. And peace and quiet.”

In many ways, Titus took after his dat. He appreciated peace and quiet as well.

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