of Noahâs dog. âIn some ways, the bishop reminds me of Queenieâdriving us this way and that at his whim, simply because he enjoys it . . . and because he can. But donât ever tell him I said that,â he added quickly.
âOf course I wonât. I donât like being herded away from our original plans for Promise Lodge any better than you or my sisters do.â She let out a sigh. âI suppose itâs wrong to pray for God to intervene with some sort of lightning bolt or unmistakable warning to make Floyd change his mind.â
Amos smiled. âBe careful what you pray for,â he quipped. âWe take our chances when we ask God to do things our wayâespecially if it involves bringing someone hardship or disaster. And thatâs what it would take to make Bishop Floyd change his tune. A major disaster.â
âNo, I donât want that,â Mattie quickly clarified. âBut a little slap upside the head to let Floyd know heâs going about things all wrong would be all right.â
âAnd who are we to say heâs wrong? Heâs following the more conservative ways of the Old Order, after allâand God did choose him for our community.â
Mattie gazed up at Amos. âThatâs what it always comes down to, ainât so? The belief that our male leaders carry out Godâs purpose.â
Amos badly wanted to kiss away the resignation on Mattieâs face. She was a steadfast, God-fearing woman who would never knowingly defy His will, and he wanted her to be happyâto be fruitful and multiply, whether that be by raising his children or by producing vegetables that made good use of the fertile soil sheâd been blessed with.
âHow about if we take a look at whatâs inside your picnic basket?â he asked softly. âAll this serious talkâs making me hungry.â
Mattie smiled as they turned around and headed back toward the buggy. âAre you saying that whenever I want to redirect opinions I donât like, I can just feed you?â she teased. âThat seems easy enough.â
âThe way to a manâs heart is through his stomach,â Amos pointed out. âBut then, you won my heart a long time ago, dear. You could probably put dirt clods and earthworms on my plate, and Iâd be too caught up in my love for you to notice.â
Mattieâs smile warmed him like the sunshine that filtered through the trees. âToday weâve got fried chicken, dinner rolls, slaw, apple salad, and pumpkin pie. But Iâll keep your idea about dirt clods and worms in mind, should I ever need to get your attention,â she teased.
Amos took the picnic basket from the buggy and handed her an old quilt to spread on the ground. âOh, youâve always got my attention,â he said with a chuckle. âAnd to keep your mind from wandering, how soon would you like to get married? If you want me to court you for a while, Iâll be happy toââ
âNovember twenty-first,â Mattie replied without missing a beat.
Amosâs heart turned a cartwheel. Her immediate answer suggested that she was even more eager to become his wife than heâd anticipated. âThatâs your birthday, as I recall,â he said while they sat down on the quilt. âItâs not quite two weeks away. Will that give you ladies enough time to prepare for another wedding meal? I donât want you to feel Iâm rushing you into this.â
Mattie chuckled as she took the lids from the bowls of slaw and apple salad. âYou saw how well everyone worked together at Noahâs and Deborahâs party. And you and I have known each other for most of our lives, after all,â she pointed out. âOnce I realized I was wrong to compare you to Marvin, or to assume marriage to you would be anything like the years I spent with him, everything fell into place and my heart fluttered open. Iâm ready,