The Amish Baker

“Then I definitely want one.” Sarah wrapped her arm around Jacob’s shoulder. “Lead the way, Mr. Baker.”

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted them when they entered the kitchen. Mary had the cookies and plates on the table. “Mmm, smells gut in here. You are a wunderbaar hostess, Mary.”

“Danki.” Mary nodded as she pulled out a chair from the table and sat.

Dessert was light and quick. And Sarah was thankful. She finished her coffee and cookie, then brushed the crumbs from her skirt.

Caleb excused himself to go hitch the horse to the buggy. “I’ll meet you out front in a few minutes, Sarah.”

“Jah, danki. I’ll be ready.”

Sarah stood. “Goodbye, Mary. I enjoyed meeting you.”

Mary didn’t stand. “Nice to meet you, too, Sarah.” Her tone didn’t match her congenial words.

A cold shimmy worked its way up Sarah’s back. Could it be more obvious? She wasn’t welcome in Mary’s house.