stuck in a previous century. And they like it this way.
As I go downstairs, I wonder if I could learn to like livinglike this too. I mean, once you get used to the deprivations and learn to appreciate the simple things and slow pace, it does have its charms. As I approach the kitchen, Iâm aware that itâs too early for breakfast, but Iâm hoping to make amends with Mrs. Miller by offering her my help.
âI see you have decided to be a young woman today,â Zachâs mother says a bit curtly. She is stirring a bowl of batter as if her very life depends on it. Or perhaps itâs to release the frustration thatâs come in the form of an unwelcome house guest.
âKaty loaned me her clothes,â I say, as if she didnât already know this.
â Ja . I saw that she left your dirty clothes to be washed.â
âI can wash them myself,â I say quickly as I realize how my laundry will add to her workload. Anything to get on this womanâs good sideâif she has one.
âNo, no,â she says in a weary tone that reminds me of a martyr. âI will wash your clothes. And if God sends the sunshine, they will get dry.â
âThank you,â I murmur. âUh, is there anything I can do to help in here?â
She gives me a look thatâs something between curious and disdainful, then just shakes her head. âNo, I have my Katy to help me.â She tips her head over to where Katy is busy at the sink. âThank you.â
Feeling dismissed, I tell them Iâll be out in the barn, checking on Molly and the new colt.
âHe is a good-looking colt,â Katy says as I pass by her. âI just saw him.â
I give her a slight nod as I make a quick exit, relieved to get out of the stuffy kitchen. As I walk to the barn, I wonder about gathering up my wet and sodden clothes, shoving them intomy pack, and walking back to town. I could launder Katyâs clothes back at the condo and send them back to her tomorrow. She probably wouldnât even mind. Surely her mother would be relieved to be rid of meâand my dirty laundry.
âWhat?â Zach, who has just come around from the back of the barn, looks at me in a perplexed wayâfrowning as if heâs staring at an alien. Maybe he is.
âOh . . .â I glance down at Katyâs baggy dress, then shrug. âMy clothes are all wet and dirty. Katy loaned me this.â
His brow creases as he rubs his chin. I can tell heâs not saying what heâd like to say. Perhaps his manners wonât allow it. Really, do I look that silly?
I daintily pinch the sides of the skirt, holding it out as if Iâm about to curtsy. âWhatâs wrong? You donât like this?â
He just slowly shakes his head. âItâs not right for you, Micah.â
âYou mean me, Micah the girl? Or me, Micah the pen pal whoâs supposed to be a boy?â I realize this makes absolutely no sense, but somehow he seems to get it.
âI mean you are an English girl, Micah. You donât belong in Amish clothes.â
For some reason this feels slightly insulting to me. Does he think Iâm unworthy, not good enough to wear his sisterâs clothes? Or perhaps he thinks Iâm mocking him, which is ridiculous. But since Iâve barely begun to repair my broken bridges with him, I decide not to do anything to create an argument now. âHow are Molly and the colt doing?â
âThey seem all right. But I did take your uncleâs advice. I just called the veterinarian. Daed wasnât too pleased about the expense, but I told him Iâd cover the bill myself.â Zachâs mouth twists to one side, and I suspect heâs frustrated, perhaps over the money this will cost him.
âOh.â
âDr. Schneider should be here around 11:00,â he says abruptly, as if he has somewhere else he needs to be. Probably he does.
âWell, thatâs good.
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