Susie's Mammi (Amy's Story Book 2)
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“Peter Raber,” Fiona exclaimed. “I knew it. Thomas, didn’t I tell you Amy was sweet on Peter?”
“That you did, wife,” Thomas said, nodding and smiling. “Peter Raber is a fine young man. I’m right happy to hear this, Amy.”
Amy beamed. This was just the reaction she had hoped for.
Fiona was also grinning. “I s’pose you’ll wait till wedding season to be published.”
“Jah. But we wanted to tell just our parents now.”
Beulah walked into the room and stood beside Amy. “Congratulations, Amy.”
Amy looked at her. Beulah stared back, a look of defiance or was it challenge in her eyes. But Amy’s attention was averted by Fiona who had stood up and come over to give her a hug.
“I’m right happy, too. Just like your dat.”
“Thanks, Mamm.”
There was an awkward moment of silence and then Amy smiled again. “Well, I’m going on up to my room now. Gut night.”
“Gut night,” her parents said at the same time.
Amy went up the stairs with Beulah at her heels. “So, you made it public.”
Amy walked into her bedroom and Beulah followed. “Not public, Beulah. Just Mamm and Dat.”
“So, it’s final then?”
“It always was. You’re the one who didn’t think so.”
Beulah’s eyes narrowed and she studied Amy’s face. “That’s true,” she said slowly. “And I still don’t think so.”
“Ach, Beulah… Can’t you just be happy for me?”
“I could…” Beulah sighed and studied Amy for a moment more. “I guess you do look happy.”
“I am,” Amy told her, wishing that Beulah would, for once, just accept what she said at face value.
“All right then,” Beulah said, shocking Amy. “I am happy for you. And for Peter. He’s a very lucky fellow.”
Amy grabbed Beulah’s arms. “Really? You’re happy for me?”
“If you’re happy, then so am I. I’m not a monster, you know.”
Amy giggled. “I know that. Thank you, Beulah.”
“So, will I be your newehocker?”
“Who else would I have as my wedding attendant, Beulah?”
Beulah giggled along with her. “No one, I suppose. It will be a beautiful ceremony and you will be a beautiful bride.”
“You think so?”
“I know so,” Beulah said with finality. “And you do know, Amy. I’m always right.”
The End
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“Hurry up,” Amy told her sister, Beulah. “Mamm is gonna wonder why we’ve been gone so long.”
Amy tapped her foot in the aisle of the Feed & Supply while her sister perused the display of spices that took up an entire two shelves.
“Just a second,” Beulah said, completely unruffled by Amy’s impatience. “I’m thinking about creating a new cookie recipe, and these things can’t be hurried.”
“A new cookie recipe? You?”
Beulah made a face. “I bake.”
“True. But I’ve never known you to get creative about it.”
Beulah straightened up and turned to face Amy. “That’s because I didn’t know how much Uriah loves cookies. Now, I do.”
Amy rolled her eyes. Uriah, again. She’d tried to warn her sister off him more than once, but as always, her concern fell on deaf ears.
“I’ll wait for you at the pony cart,” she told Beulah. It was a lovely day and waiting outside would be much more pleasant than standing in the aisle. She went to the front of the store to put the supplies she’d picked up for her mother on the counter.
“You glad to be home?” Eliza Troyer, whose family owned the store, asked her.
Amy nodded. In truth, she wasn’t all that glad to be home after spending nearly a month with Andrew Miller and his newborn daughter, Susie. Since her best friend Grace’s sudden tragic death, Amy had taken over the care of Susie. She still missed Grace desperately. More than she even thought she would.
“It’s a gut thing Grace’s folks finally returned from Pennsylvania. I imagine you must’ve thought you and your sister would be stuck at Andrew’s forever.” Eliza began ringing up her purchases on the old cash register.
“I didn’t mind,” Amy said. She hadn’t minded at all, and for some reason, Eliza’s tone grated on her.
“I always thought it mighty odd that Grace’s folks missed their own daughter’s funeral.” Eliza clucked her tongue and shook her head. “Such a shame.”
“Mavis didn’t have much choice,” Amy said, wondering why she was coming to the woman’s defense. The moment Mavis and Bart had returned to Hollybrook, Mavis had been wretched to her—practically kicking her and her sister out of Andrew’s house to take over Susie’s care herself. CLICK HERE To Read More!
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