Free The Only Way (The Amish Millers Get Married Book 4) by Ruth Hartzler Page B

a leg of lamb and a chicken. There was no time to roast a leg
of lamb so she pulled the chicken out and set it on the kitchen
bench while wondering what to make out of it. There were plenty of
vegetables in the box under the sink. Rebecca decided to make their grossmammi’s chicken casserole. She knew the recipe
well.
    When Rebecca stopped pushing the pram, the
twins immediately burst into loud wails. Rebecca needed two hands
to prepare the meal, but finally found that if she sang at full
volume, the bopplis stopped crying. She sang Blessed
Redeemer loudly and hoped that no one would be able to hear her
sing. Hopefully Hannah was not expecting any visitors. Rebecca
nearly laughed every time she looked at Mason and Rose’s faces,
looking at her with wide eyes.
    As she sang and pulled the chicken apart she
thought of Elijah and what their kinner would look like if
they married. Surely they would look similar to Hannah and Noah’s
twins since they would be cousins. How nice it would be to have bopplis soon so they could grow up with Hannah and Noah’s kinner and Esther and Jacob’s dochder , Isabel.
    Rebecca silently rebuked herself and pushed
such silly thoughts from her mind. She could hardly marry Elijah
just to have their kinner grow up with her schweschders’ kinner.
    The twins launched into a fresh bout of
sniffling and looked as though they were about to cry again.
Rebecca abandoned the chicken and hurried to push them once more.
Finally the two fell asleep, leaning against each other. They
looked so cute, that Rebecca felt tears sting her eyes. How
beautiful they were. She admired them for a moment before she
hurried to get the meal finished before they woke up and before
Noah came home.
     

Matthew 5:43-45.
    “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall
love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I say to you, Love
your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you
might be sons of your Father who is in heaven. For he makes his sun
rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on
the unjust.
     
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15
    “How long have those raisins been soaking
now, Sarah?”
    Sarah looked up at Rebecca. “It would be
three hours by now. Will we make the funeral pies now?”
    Rebecca nodded. “ Jah , we’d better
hurry or we’ll be late. Good thing funeral pies keep well; there
would be no time to make them tomorrow.”
    “Is Mrs. Flickinger doing all right?” Sarah’s
face was full of concern.
    Rebecca tucked a stray strand of hair back
under her kapp . “She is happy that her mudder is with Gott and has no more suffering, but she’ll miss her, of
course.”
    “And are you okay, Rebecca? I know you and Grossmammi Deborah were close.”
    “ Jah, denki, Sarah. It’s hard, but I
know she’s better off with Gott ; there’s no more pain or
suffering.”
    Sarah simply nodded and beat a bowl of eggs.
“It doesn’t make it any easier at all for someone when they know
that a friend or relative’s time is nearly up and that they could
go to be with Gott at any time, but I suppose at least it
was not a shock.”
    Rebecca sighed and poured flour and sugar to
a large mixing bowl. “Suppose.”
    “I feel sorry for Nash, though,” Sarah said
as she mixed the eggs with flour and sugar.
    “Nash?”
    “ Grossmammi Deborah was Nash’s grossmammi . I think everyone’s misjudged Nash. I got into
trouble when I was on rumspringa , and it’s not if he’s been
baptized or anything. People judge him by the way he looks, and
that’s really not fair.”
    Rebecca decided it was best not to give her
opinion; after all, Sarah’s mind seemed made up. Rebecca did not
trust Nash, not one little bit. She always did her best to avoid
him, but there would be no avoiding him today. Grossmammi Deborah had passed away the day before, and today everyone would go
to the B&B for the viewing. Tomorrow would be the funeral.
    Rebecca stirred the eggs, sugar, flour, lemon
juice, lemon rind, cornstarch,