Anna Helmuth, the feisty mammi in Huckleberry Harvest, hands out potholders to potential suitors like most mammis hand out cookies…
Taking a deep breath, Anna wiped the smile off her face. Even in the dim light, Noah could see her intense gaze. “Noah,” she said, “The Bible says that if my brother has aught against me that I need to go and be reconciled to that brother.”
He held his breath, ready for a lecture. Mandy, who didn’t seem to know how to keep quiet about anything, must have told them how he’d yelled at her yesterday, and the Helmuths didn’t like how their granddaughter had been treated.
Noah clenched his jaw. They were probably justified. He hadn’t been very nice. In his anger, he’d forgotten everything his mamm had taught him about how to treat a girl. She would be ashamed if she ever found out.
Anna pulled something from her bag and slipped it into Noah’s hand. He raised it to the light. It was a pot holder. “Noah, dear, I’m afraid I have offended you.”
Noah stuttered as the honor of receiving a pot holder rendered him speechless. “I . . . I don’t understand. You think you’ve offended me?”
“When Yost came to Huckleberry Hill this morning, I sensed right away that something was wrong. Noah Mischler would never walk away and leave a job undone unless he had a very gute reason.” She raised her eyebrows and nodded emphatically. “Felty pointed out, and very rightly so . . .”
“Denki, Banannie,” Felty said.
“You’re welcome, dear. Felty pointed out that I have been handing out pot holders to complete strangers while ignoring you and all the gute work you’ve done on our house.” Anna was close enough to reach out and cup her hand over Noah’s cheek. “I never meant to make you feel unimportant.”
Noah was quite dumbfounded. They weren’t going to scold him? “I . . . I don’t deserve this,” he finally managed to say.
I made your granddaughter cry.
“We really, really want you to have the pot holder,” Felty said, as if pot holders were as valuable as gold.
Noah let out a breath he’d been holding for a long time. “Okay. Thank you. I’m very grateful.”
“And you forgive me?” Anna said.
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Anna clicked her tongue. “Tsk, tsk. What a sweet boy you are.” She zipped her canvas bag shut. “And now, much as I’d enjoy spending the rest of the morning with you, I did promise Barbara I would help sort eggs until her machine is fixed. I wouldn’t want to disappoint Barbara.” She lowered her voice. “Much as I love her, she can be a might testy yet.”
Jennifer Beckstrand is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers and the Romance Writers of America. She graduated from Brigham Young University and worked for a brief time as an editor. She and her husband live in Utah, and have four daughters and two sons. Her latest release, Huckleberry Harvest releases tomorrow, May 26th.
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