Eager to give them more room, I climbed out, closed the door firmly behind me, and stepped around to Jonathan’s side. He took my hand in his rougher one and held it tenderly. I leaned against him. When Hannah and Molly finally appeared, they were wearing jeans, tight fitting tops—Hannah in a red one and Molly in a sparkly silver one—and strappy sandals. They ran their fingers through their hair, raking it out over their shoulders. Hannah’s dark curls fell midway down her back, while Molly’s straight blond hair nearly reached her waist. I glanced down at my dress and apron, then touched my bun, tucked under my Kapp. “You look nice,” Jonathan whispered into my ear. “I like what you’re wearing much better.” “Denki,” I whispered back, even though I didn’t quite believe him. Martin and Molly fell into step with Mervin and Hannah, leading the way to the crowd gathered closer to the river.
