Her physical therapist said more walking would be good for her, too. That is, if someone was by her side.â
As if it wasnât bad enough to be gossiping, now they were talking about her disability, too. Things had gone beyond awful. They had now settled firmly on something bordering true, stark embarrassment. â Muddah , pleaseââ
âYeah, sure,â Josiah said quickly. âI mean, if you want me to I will. And if Effie doesnât mind.â
âShe doesnât mind. Do you, Effie, dear?â Mamm called over her shoulder as she pulled a cake out of the refrigerator.
âI donât mind,â she mumbled. Actually, she didnât know what she thought. Here the boy sheâd secretly had a crush on for ageswas going to be walking her home several times a week . . . but for all the wrong reasons. She didnât know whether to be nervous and excited or filled with embarrassment.
Josiah smiled. âGut.â
And then she was saved by the arrival of two thick slices of yellow cake with her motherâs homemade chocolate buttercream frosting. Josiahâs was easily double the width of hers. âThis is a lot of cake, Mamm.â
âI know!â She patted Josiah on the shoulder. âJosiah, you have single-handedly saved me from a lecture from my husband. He always says I bake too much. Now I can tell him that I made it for you and Effie.â
He grinned. âGlad I could help.â
Her motherâs eyes softened before she said, âEffie, Iâm going to go outside and see Violet. Sheâs sitting out on the patio.â
âShe is? I thought sheâd gone to run errands. I guess she simply parked the car and then decided to stay outside.â
âShe probably didnât tell you, but sheâs been reading some new book in a series she loves. Violet said all she wanted to do today was read.â Her mother sighed dramatically. âAnd thatâs practically all sheâs done. I got her to help me bake a chocolate cake and two pies, but thatâs it.â
Josiah looked like he was struggling to keep a straight face. âOne cake and two pies sounds like kind of a lot, Mrs. Kaufmann.â
âIt would be, if I wasnât so behind in my holiday baking. Iâve got cookies and more cookies to bake so I can give them out as gifts. I had been hoping Violet would be more into the spirit of the season.â
âIf Violet is that involved in her book, you better be careful, Mamm,â Effie warned. âSheâs probably not going to want you to bother her. Violet gets crabby when people interrupt her.â Privately, Effie thought her sisterâs interest in the book might have more to do with taking a break from kitchen chores. Violet liked washing dishes even less than she did.
âBefore she picked you two up, she sat out there for two whole hours.â Drumming her fingers on the countertop, her mother looked over at the back door. âI bet sheâs probably ready for a little break.â Before Effie could comment on that, she started Violetâs way.
Effie was both thankful that she had a few minutes alone with Josiah and embarrassed by her motherâs antics. âJosiah, Iâm so sorry that my mamm practically forced you to say youâd come over here again,â she blurted. âAnd Iâm sorry you had to witness her getting so excited about baking, too.â
âI didnât mind. Your mother is a nice lady, Effie. Itâs really kind of her to ask me to come over again.â
Her mother was nice, but she was also not afraid to ask people to help Effie. âJust to let you know, you donât, um, have to feel responsible for me. I can walk by myself.â
âI know.â
âAnd Jennifer C. is kind of a brat. She always has been. But she hasnât been picking on me. Iâm not worried about her saying mean things.â At least, not too worried.
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