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divorces out in the Englisha world.”
    â€œBut our men aren’t dashing, and exciting, and edgy, and thrilling,” Lois said, her face glowing. “And they don’t drive fast cars.”
    Saloma moaned.
    Debbie glanced at her, but Saloma appeared unable to speak at the moment. Debbie spoke up. “Lois, you can have Paul Wagler if you want. He’s dashing.”
    Lois giggled. “And break Ida’s heart? The poor girl. Nee . Plus I don’t like him.”
    â€œThen you might not like what’s out there in the Englisha world either. In some ways Paul is like an Englisha man.”
    Lois gave a little snort again. “I like the type, just not Paul. Though I’d let him bring me home just for the experience. And what do you know about Amish men anyway? What with your fixationon Alvin Knepp. His family is the farming joke of the community. That would be quite a come down from the life you’re used to, you know.”
    â€œMaybe I look at the heart,” Debbie protested. “That’s what Verna did, and she turned out pretty happy.”
    Lois laughed. “I think you’re mixed up, Debbie.”
    Saloma sat down on a kitchen chair, apparently at the end of her strength as she listened to such plain talk. She managed to whisper. “I have never heard such twisted thinking in my life, Lois.”
    Lois shrugged. “I’m just talking, Mamm .”
    Saloma wiped her brow. Moments later she took a deep breath and got up. She rushed about to set the table.
    The outside washroom door slammed, and Ida stuck her head through the kitchen doorway. “Hi,” she chirped.
    â€œHi to you,” Debbie greeted Ida. Even though her face wasn’t the prettiest in the community, Ida had such a sweet spirit. Why some boy couldn’t see that, Debbie didn’t know. Instead they’d passed up Ida all these years.
    â€œSupper’s about ready,” Saloma said as she put the last of the food on the table. “I suppose the men aren’t far behind.”
    â€œYou still have a few minutes,” Ida offered before she closed the door. Sounds of water could be heard splashing in the washroom as she washed up.
    Debbie stacked the last of the mixing bowls on the lower counters. Ida soon dashed past moments before the sound of the men washing up could be heard. When Ida reappeared from upstairs in a clean dress, Saloma motioned for her to join them at the table. The women were waiting when Adam and Emery walked in. The food steamed on the table.

Three

    W hen the prayer was finished some minutes later, the spoken words directed toward heaven had produced a momentary hush around the supper table. The silence didn’t last long though. Bishop Beiler spoke up. “It looks like another bad storm is moving in tonight.”
    â€œWell, Daett , I’ve got something that will help us forget this gloomy weather and all our troubles!” Lois said. “But you’ll have to wait until you’ve cleaned your plate.”
    The bishop’s eyes twinkled. “I’ll clean my plate all right, but judging from what I smell coming from the oven, I’d better not take seconds.”
    â€œWhat is it?” Emery asked. “Cobbler? Apple Brown Betty?”
    â€œNever you mind!” Lois said. “Just clean your plate.”
    Everyone laughed and seemed to eat a little faster than usual. Finally, Lois jumped to her feet to bring her prize accomplishment of the day from the oven. She slid the dish on the table, where it lay in all its delicious glory. “We have cherry pie tonight!”
    Debbie smiled at Lois’s antics, but they weren’t without justification. Lois was the household’s best cook. Her pie crusts were so moist and crumbly they melted in your mouth.
    â€œThere’s no one like my Lois for cherry pie.” Bishop Beiler beamed. “What will I do when Mamm and I are in our dawdy haus, and Lois is running