wasnât.â
âYes, you were. I can tell.â
And Ruth was wrapped in a compassionate embrace â never mind the odor of Mamieâs sweater or the fact that her headscarf had once been white but now appeared gray and its fringes were hanging in Ruthâs face. The love from her friend was the purest kind, bathed in glory.
âAch, siss net chide (Oh, it isnât right), Ruth. Komm, Lillian. Come to Mamie. Hiya! Vee bisht doo? (How are you?)â
Sitting down, Mamieâs motherly hands explored Lillianâs head as she peppered her with caring questions, Lillian nodding or shaking her head no in response.
âHiya, Benjy. You little corker! Youâre growing! Ach, Ruth, such beautiful children. Hiya, Barbara. Did you just get out of bed? Hey, I smell laundry soap. Donât tell me you washed already? If you did, Iâm going straight home. Did you?â
When Ruth nodded, Mamie grinned shamefacedly.
âYou know what? Iâm fat and lazy. I have to go home and wash and go on a diet. But, oh my, it felt so good to roll over and sleep till seven. Eph has a dinner down at Stoltzfus Structures, so he said heâd eat Corn Flakes this morning. Heâs a wonder, that man.â
She realized her mistake too late and clapped a hand across her mouth, her eyes widening in dismay.
âRuth, Iâm sorry. Here I go rambling on about my husband, and you having zeit-lang (loneliness and longing) for Ben. Donât listen to me.â
âNo, Mamie. Itâs okay. Donât worry about it. Iâm happy that you love your husband. Itâs as it should be.â
âOh, Ruth. I wish I couldâ¦.Ach, I donât know what I wish.â
âHowâs Waynie?â
âBeside himself with his teething. I put that teething stuff on, but it hardly makes a difference.â
Ruth nodded. There was a space of comfortable silence as they sat, Ruth pondering the significance of Mamieâs earlier comment, and Mamieâs eyes drifting to the coffeepot, nodding her head toward it.
Ruth put Benjamin in his high chair, made toast and scrambled eggs, and filled a plate for Mamie. Mamie said she wasnât one bit hungry, but she managed to finish the last of the eggs as well as three slices of toast and two cups of coffee laden with sugar and milk.
She stayed, of course, to help pin the quilt to the frame, saying she simply had to go home as Fannie had a sore throat and Waynie might need her.
âHere, pull this over this way,â Mamie said around the pins in her mouth.
âIs it crooked?â Ruth asked, realizing theyâd have to unroll the whole backing of the quilt if it was.
âStop pulling!â
âWhich way?â
âMy way!â
âIâm not pulling!â
âYes, you are, too. Here, you go give Benjy some cereal or yogurt or something. Let me do this alone.â
Ruth laughed out loud and said over her shoulder, âDo it your way.â
âYou know what? You may be a much better everything than I am, but you arenât as good with quilts as I am. You canât pull on the backing. You have to roll it in naturally.â
âReally?â
âNow youâre schputting me!â
âNo, I would never do that.â
They both grinned, and Mamie took the pins out of her mouth and told Ruth she was closer to her than her own sister, that she was the best friend she ever had.
Ruth told her about the boxes that had been appearing on her porch, and Mamieâs mouth started to wobble. Her blue eyes filled with tears, and she ran her hands across her large forearms and said it gave her chills.
âWho could it be? Iâm afraid whoever it is doesnât realize how theyâre spoiling us,â Ruth said, sitting down to spoon yogurt into Benjaminâs mouth, which he opened eagerly, like a ravenous little bird.
âWho? Who would do something like that? Maybe a group of people. Maybe English
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