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her overnight bag at the last minute after making sure her jeans were safely inside.
The walk to the shop wasn't short, but along the way there was a bakery where she bought cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate, and numerous stores where she could window-shop on her way to work.
She used her key to open the shop, keeping the sign turned to "Closed" and went into the back room to enjoy her breakfast. When she looked at the clock, she decided to fill the percolator with coffee and water and get it started on the stove. Her grandmother always liked to have a cup when she arrived.
When she heard the bell jangle a little while later, she called out to let whoever it was coming in know that she was there.
Her grandmother walked in. "Well, this is a surprise. What are you doing here so early?"
"It didn't take long to walk over from Jamie's apartment."
Leah nodded. "But I told you that you could come in late if you wanted."
Mary Katherine shrugged and pushed the plate of cinnamon rolls across the table. "Have one. I stopped at the bakery on the way here. I didn't want to wake Jamie by fixing breakfast."
Truth was, when she went to store the leftover pizza the night before, she'd found Jamie's refrigerator contained several cups of yogurt and a paper container of food from a Chinese restaurant. There hadn't been anything to fix the kind of breakfast she was used to eating.
"Did you have a good evening?" her grandmother asked as she poured herself a cup of coffee and took a seat.
Mary Katherine nodded. "We had pizza and then watched a movie at Jamie's apartment."
"She doesn't live with her parents?"
"No. She's had her own place for about a year—since she moved out of her mom's house. She's putting herself through the community college."
Her grandmother broke off a piece of a cinnamon roll and tasted it. "Not bad."
"Not as good as Naomi's."
Leah smiled. "No."
Mary Katherine stirred her hot chocolate. "I'm spoiled. You won't let me cook at your house."
"I thought you got enough of that at your house. I wanted you to have a break from it so you could work on your weaving. Besides, I enjoy it." She frowned. "Maybe I'm not doing you a service. If you forget everything you know, you'll have to learn how to cook all over again when you get married."
"Hah! Like that's going to happen!"
Leah tilted her head and studied her. "You don't think God has a mann set aside for you?"
"If He has, He's taking a long time to show him to me."
" Liebschen, you're just twenty-two. Don't talk like you're an old maedel."
Mary Katherine thought about seeing Jacob last night. He'd certainly grown to be a handsome man since they'd left school.
And he'd obviously found something attractive about her last night. Well, she could tell he'd been surprised at seeing how she was dressed . . . and wore her hair. Amish women wore their hair in a bun and covered by a kapp. Maybe he'd just been intrigued by seeing her hair. Most Amish men didn't see a woman's unbound hair unless she was his wife or girlfriend.
She brought herself back to the present. Her grandmother was regarding her, a puzzled frown creasing her forehead.
"What?" she asked.
"You seem a little troubled. Didn't you have fun last night? Did something happen?"
Mary Katherine shrugged. "Jamie's boyfriend was upset with her. He thought she was out on a double date."
"Why would he think that? Were the two of you out with men?" Then she shook her head and held up a hand. "Never mind. It's your business."
Mary Katherine appreciated her grandmother respecting her right to privacy during this time of getting to go out into the world and explore for herself before committing to baptism. She'd just had dinner with a friend, and Jacob and Ben had shown up and joined them. So she told her grandmother that.
"Jacob, eh? I remember him hanging around your house a lot," Leah said. "He even came over to see you at my house a couple of times."
"He was just a friend."
"I haven't seen him much
The walk to the shop wasn't short, but along the way there was a bakery where she bought cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate, and numerous stores where she could window-shop on her way to work.
She used her key to open the shop, keeping the sign turned to "Closed" and went into the back room to enjoy her breakfast. When she looked at the clock, she decided to fill the percolator with coffee and water and get it started on the stove. Her grandmother always liked to have a cup when she arrived.
When she heard the bell jangle a little while later, she called out to let whoever it was coming in know that she was there.
Her grandmother walked in. "Well, this is a surprise. What are you doing here so early?"
"It didn't take long to walk over from Jamie's apartment."
Leah nodded. "But I told you that you could come in late if you wanted."
Mary Katherine shrugged and pushed the plate of cinnamon rolls across the table. "Have one. I stopped at the bakery on the way here. I didn't want to wake Jamie by fixing breakfast."
Truth was, when she went to store the leftover pizza the night before, she'd found Jamie's refrigerator contained several cups of yogurt and a paper container of food from a Chinese restaurant. There hadn't been anything to fix the kind of breakfast she was used to eating.
"Did you have a good evening?" her grandmother asked as she poured herself a cup of coffee and took a seat.
Mary Katherine nodded. "We had pizza and then watched a movie at Jamie's apartment."
"She doesn't live with her parents?"
"No. She's had her own place for about a year—since she moved out of her mom's house. She's putting herself through the community college."
Her grandmother broke off a piece of a cinnamon roll and tasted it. "Not bad."
"Not as good as Naomi's."
Leah smiled. "No."
Mary Katherine stirred her hot chocolate. "I'm spoiled. You won't let me cook at your house."
"I thought you got enough of that at your house. I wanted you to have a break from it so you could work on your weaving. Besides, I enjoy it." She frowned. "Maybe I'm not doing you a service. If you forget everything you know, you'll have to learn how to cook all over again when you get married."
"Hah! Like that's going to happen!"
Leah tilted her head and studied her. "You don't think God has a mann set aside for you?"
"If He has, He's taking a long time to show him to me."
" Liebschen, you're just twenty-two. Don't talk like you're an old maedel."
Mary Katherine thought about seeing Jacob last night. He'd certainly grown to be a handsome man since they'd left school.
And he'd obviously found something attractive about her last night. Well, she could tell he'd been surprised at seeing how she was dressed . . . and wore her hair. Amish women wore their hair in a bun and covered by a kapp. Maybe he'd just been intrigued by seeing her hair. Most Amish men didn't see a woman's unbound hair unless she was his wife or girlfriend.
She brought herself back to the present. Her grandmother was regarding her, a puzzled frown creasing her forehead.
"What?" she asked.
"You seem a little troubled. Didn't you have fun last night? Did something happen?"
Mary Katherine shrugged. "Jamie's boyfriend was upset with her. He thought she was out on a double date."
"Why would he think that? Were the two of you out with men?" Then she shook her head and held up a hand. "Never mind. It's your business."
Mary Katherine appreciated her grandmother respecting her right to privacy during this time of getting to go out into the world and explore for herself before committing to baptism. She'd just had dinner with a friend, and Jacob and Ben had shown up and joined them. So she told her grandmother that.
"Jacob, eh? I remember him hanging around your house a lot," Leah said. "He even came over to see you at my house a couple of times."
"He was just a friend."
"I haven't seen him much
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