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

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Nash Grayson yet?”
    “ Jah .”
    Rebecca pushed on. “Mrs. Flickinger is
lovely, isn’t she.”
    “ Jah .”
    To Rebecca’s relief, her mudder returned to the table and sat down. “Dinner is ready; we just have
to wait for my husband. Benjamin, will you be staying at the
B&B long?”
    Benjamin squirmed in his seat. “I’m not sure
just yet, Mrs. Miller.”
    “Do you have business concerns here?”
    Benjamin continued to squirm.
“ Nee .”
    Mrs. Miller appeared not at all put off by
Benjamin’s obvious attempts to avoid her questions. “Benjamin, why
have you come to our community?”
    Benjamin’s face flushed a deep shade of beet
red, and he looked at the floor. “Forgive me, Mrs. Miller, but what
I’m doing here involves someone else, so I am not at liberty to
talk about it.”
    Mrs. Miller rushed to reassure him. “Of
course not, Benjamin; please forgive me for asking.”
    Rebecca hid a smile behind her hand. She knew
that her mudder was determined to find out more about
Benjamin, and would indeed find out one way or another.
    The unsuspecting Benjamin now looked quite
relaxed, and he and Mrs. Miller chatted away happily. He told her
that he had come from dairy farming country, but that he wanted to
open his own B&B at some point in the future.
    “You’ll need a fraa for that,” Mrs.
Miller said, causing Rebecca to groan inwardly.
    Rebecca glanced at Sarah, expecting her to
look amused, but Sarah’s face was white and drawn, and she was
chewing her fingernails.
    Everyone turned to the sound of the front
door opening. It was Mr. Miller who appeared to have finished work
a little early.
    “Rebecca, go and fix your daed a hot
meadow tea.”
    “ Jah, mamm .” Rebecca was pleased to be
out of the room. At least she had a small time in which she would
not be embarrassed by her mudder’s obvious attempts to match
her with the new boy in town. Her mudder knew nothing about
him, but that did not stop her clumsy attempts at matching her with
Benjamin.
    From the kitchen she could hear her daed trying to talk to the young man, but her mudder kept cutting across the conversation. Rebecca sighed. Nothing
ever changes around here, she thought. It appeared that her mudder was the only person in the community who did not
assume that she would marry Elijah. Mrs. Miller had been most put
out when her dochders married the Hostetler boys, one by
one, although her attitude had changed for the better when Hannah
had the twins.
    Surely her mudder would be pleased for
her if she did marry Elijah? Rebecca carried her daed’s favorite meadow tea carefully to where he sat, and she was just in
time to hear him ask Benjamin, “So what is it that brings you here,
Benjamin?”
    Her mudder moved her head forward, as
if doing so would help draw the information out of him.
    Benjamin’s eyes darted about the room. It was
clear that he was nervous and trying to hide something. “I’m
running an errand for someone.”
    “I see, someone from your community I
suppose?” Mr. Miller asked.
    Benjamin nodded, and quickly changed the
subject. “I hear you have a successful furniture business, Mr.
Miller.”
    Mr. Miller nodded his head to Rebecca who had
just passed him his tea, then chuckled in a low tone at Benjamin’s
comment. “It keeps the familye . Gott has blessed
us.”
    “What kind of furniture do you make?”
Benjamin shifted position in his seat.
    Rebecca had the feeling that he was not the
slightest bit interested in her daed’s business; it was
simply a diversion so he would not have to speak about his reasons
for visiting the community.
    Rebecca’s mind wandered while her daed talked of all the furniture he made. She was sure he could talk two
hours straight about his furniture and the quality of the
craftsmanship. Her mudder’s eyes were glazed over as they
usually were when anyone else was speaking, but Rebecca could not
help but notice that Sarah was still looking pale and appeared to
be nervous. Maybe Sarah