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know?”
“Because he doesn’t say much to me, and when he does, he barely makes eye contact.”
“Maybe he’s shy.”
“That’s what Mom thinks, but I don’t believe so because from what Nelson and Grandpa said at breakfast this morning, Titus had a lot of things to say to them yesterday when they were showing him around the shop.”
The back door opened, and Mom stepped onto the porch. “I have lunch ready for the men, and I’d like you to take it out to them,” she called to Suzanne.
“Okay.”
Esther touched Suzanne’s arm. “Mind if I go with you?”
“Suit yourself.” She took the basket from Mom and headed for the woodshop, with Esther hurrying along at her side.
When they entered the shop, Suzanne set the basket on Grandpa’s desk. “Are you ready for a break? Mom made you some lunch,” she said to Nelson, who was sanding a door.
“We’re more than ready,” he said with a nod.
“Jah, me, too.” Titus set the can of stain aside and reached for a rag to wipe his hands. “Things didn’t go well for me this morning, and there was no time to make any breakfast,” he said without looking at Suzanne.
“What happened?” Esther asked, moving to stand beside him.
He looked right at her, which only confirmed to Suzanne that he liked Esther but was repulsed by her. “My leg got banged up when I fell through the roof, tryin’ to fix a hole.”
Esther frowned. “That’s
baremlich
. You weren’t hurt bad, I hope.”
“Just a cut, some scratches, and an ugly bruise, but I’ll be okay.”
“I don’t think anyone ought to be living in that old trailer right now,” Esther said.
Titus bobbed his head. “I can’t argue with that, but the mice sure don’t mind, ‘cause I’ve seen evidence of ‘em under the sink and in a couple of the lower cupboards.”
“What you need is a cat to take care of the mice,” Suzanne spoke up. “You can have one of ours if you like.”
He shook his head. “Thanks for the offer, but I can take care of the mice by setting some traps.”
Suzanne merely shrugged in reply. She couldn’t believe he’d rather set traps than let one of her cats keep the mice away.
Maybe it’s because I offered him the cat
, she thought.
If Esther had offered, I’ll bet he would have said yes
.
Suzanne didn’t wait around for the men to eat their lunch. Instead, she turned to Esther and said, “I’m going back to the house. Are you coming?”
Esther’s gaze went to Titus, then back to Suzanne. “I guess so.”
When they stepped outside, Esther plopped her hands against her hips and glared at Suzanne.
“What’s wrong?”
“How am I supposed to get Titus interested in me if I can’t spend any time with him?”
“No one said you had to leave the shop.”
“I wasn’t about to stay there and watch Titus and Nelson eat their lunch after you announced that you were leaving.” Esther’s dark eyebrows drew together. “What’s your hurry getting back to the house, anyway?”
Suzanne shrugged. “No hurry. I just didn’t feel like watching the men eat. Besides, I’m uncomfortable around Titus. He makes me feel like I’m always wearing
dreck
on my naas.”
“You don’t have any dirt on your nose today.” Esther snickered and touched the end of Suzanne’s nose. “Unless he thought one of your little freckles was a speck of dirt.”
“That’s not funny.” Suzanne hurried her steps toward the house. If Mom seriously expected her to bring lunch out to the men every day, Suzanne would just run into the shop, set the basket on the desk, and run back out.
Of course
, she reasoned,
if I do that, I’ll miss seeing what projects the men are working on, and I can learn a lot from watching. Guess I’ll have to take one day at a time and hope Titus becomes a little friendlier once he gets to know me better
.
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“Because he doesn’t say much to me, and when he does, he barely makes eye contact.”
“Maybe he’s shy.”
“That’s what Mom thinks, but I don’t believe so because from what Nelson and Grandpa said at breakfast this morning, Titus had a lot of things to say to them yesterday when they were showing him around the shop.”
The back door opened, and Mom stepped onto the porch. “I have lunch ready for the men, and I’d like you to take it out to them,” she called to Suzanne.
“Okay.”
Esther touched Suzanne’s arm. “Mind if I go with you?”
“Suit yourself.” She took the basket from Mom and headed for the woodshop, with Esther hurrying along at her side.
When they entered the shop, Suzanne set the basket on Grandpa’s desk. “Are you ready for a break? Mom made you some lunch,” she said to Nelson, who was sanding a door.
“We’re more than ready,” he said with a nod.
“Jah, me, too.” Titus set the can of stain aside and reached for a rag to wipe his hands. “Things didn’t go well for me this morning, and there was no time to make any breakfast,” he said without looking at Suzanne.
“What happened?” Esther asked, moving to stand beside him.
He looked right at her, which only confirmed to Suzanne that he liked Esther but was repulsed by her. “My leg got banged up when I fell through the roof, tryin’ to fix a hole.”
Esther frowned. “That’s
baremlich
. You weren’t hurt bad, I hope.”
“Just a cut, some scratches, and an ugly bruise, but I’ll be okay.”
“I don’t think anyone ought to be living in that old trailer right now,” Esther said.
Titus bobbed his head. “I can’t argue with that, but the mice sure don’t mind, ‘cause I’ve seen evidence of ‘em under the sink and in a couple of the lower cupboards.”
“What you need is a cat to take care of the mice,” Suzanne spoke up. “You can have one of ours if you like.”
He shook his head. “Thanks for the offer, but I can take care of the mice by setting some traps.”
Suzanne merely shrugged in reply. She couldn’t believe he’d rather set traps than let one of her cats keep the mice away.
Maybe it’s because I offered him the cat
, she thought.
If Esther had offered, I’ll bet he would have said yes
.
Suzanne didn’t wait around for the men to eat their lunch. Instead, she turned to Esther and said, “I’m going back to the house. Are you coming?”
Esther’s gaze went to Titus, then back to Suzanne. “I guess so.”
When they stepped outside, Esther plopped her hands against her hips and glared at Suzanne.
“What’s wrong?”
“How am I supposed to get Titus interested in me if I can’t spend any time with him?”
“No one said you had to leave the shop.”
“I wasn’t about to stay there and watch Titus and Nelson eat their lunch after you announced that you were leaving.” Esther’s dark eyebrows drew together. “What’s your hurry getting back to the house, anyway?”
Suzanne shrugged. “No hurry. I just didn’t feel like watching the men eat. Besides, I’m uncomfortable around Titus. He makes me feel like I’m always wearing
dreck
on my naas.”
“You don’t have any dirt on your nose today.” Esther snickered and touched the end of Suzanne’s nose. “Unless he thought one of your little freckles was a speck of dirt.”
“That’s not funny.” Suzanne hurried her steps toward the house. If Mom seriously expected her to bring lunch out to the men every day, Suzanne would just run into the shop, set the basket on the desk, and run back out.
Of course
, she reasoned,
if I do that, I’ll miss seeing what projects the men are working on, and I can learn a lot from watching. Guess I’ll have to take one day at a time and hope Titus becomes a little friendlier once he gets to know me better
.
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