It was almost dark as Debbie Watson drove her car down the icy road toward Verna’s house. This visit was overdue, and her friend would be thrilled to see her. Of that, Debbie was sure. At last Sunday’s meeting, Verna had said, “You haven’t been over to the house in a while. Why don’t you stop by sometime?”
“With the weather the way it’s been, I’m just glad if I can get to work and back home in one piece. But I’ll try,” Debbie had said.
Now that Friday had arrived and the weather had cleared, Debbie decided to keep her word, even though the roads were still slippery. It would be good to see Verna again other than on Sundays. Before Verna had married Joe Weaver this past wedding season, Debbie had seen Verna every day at home. Debbie had moved in with the Beilers as a boarder last year. Now Bishop Beiler’s house echoed with women’s voices—the two Beiler girls still at home, Ida and Lois, mingled in with those of their mother, Saloma, and now Debbie. But Verna was happy, so Debbie wouldn’t wish her back home again. Verna and Joe were deeply in love. Debbie could see that every time she saw the couple together. They still had kind looks for each other, undimmed by the passing months. It was a love she hoped to experience with Alvin Knepp someday.
Debbie gripped the steering wheel tighter as she thought of Alvin.He still didn’t pay her much attention, other than an occasional timid smile. But she shouldn’t complain. Especially after the nice talk she had with him at Verna’s wedding. Yah, Alvin was insecure, but beyond that, he was everything Debbie wanted in a husband.
Debbie’s thoughts drifted back to Verna and Joe. If she didn’t miss her guess, Verna was already expecting her first child. Such things weren’t spoken of in the community, but still there were whispers. And then there was Verna’s dreamy look at the Sunday services.
The car slipped a bit to the right on the ice, and Debbie corrected easily, looking ahead for the turn into Verna’s lane. Joe and Verna had a tough time of it only a year ago, but now they had much to be thankful for. During the previous season, their wedding had been called off because Joe had been under a terrible cloud of suspicion. His Englisha girlfriend from his rumspringa days had brought a false accusation against Joe. The girlfriend claimed Joe was involved with her in a burglary ring. Joe had been charged by the police, and a trial date had been set. Only the intervention of a mysterious, last minute witness had prevented a miscarriage of justice.
© 2014 Copyright Harvest House Publishers. Used with permission.
Jerry Eicher writes of his experience growing up Amish in his memoir My Amish Childhood. As a boy, Jerry Eicher spent eight years in Honduras where his grandfather helped found an Amish community outreach. As an adult, Jerry taught for two terms in parochial Amish and Mennonite schools in Ohio and Illinois. He has been involved in church renewal for 14 years and has preached in churches and conducted weekend meetings of in-depth Bible teaching. Jerry lives with his wife, Tina, and their four children in Virginia.
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