Amos asked in a low voice. He looked steadily at his two older daughters as they sat with their heads bowed. “Is it true, what Nate said? Did you mislead your guests about which one of you was Mary and which one was Martha?” Bram sat silently, not looking at the twins in their moment of truth. It wasn’t his place to stick up for them, or to interfere in this conversation. And what would he say? Would he appear stupid if he admitted he hadn’t noticed the difference last night? Would these folks—or his brother—think him disloyal if he didn’t follow Nate back to Willow Ridge? Owen, Noah, and the younger twins remained quiet as they watched this discussion with interest, but Nell’s expression had lost its Christmas morning cheer. “Answer your dat,” she said. “We’ll not eat until we’ve gotten the whole story.” The twin across from him cleared her throat. “Jah, we did that,”
What do You think about An Amish Country Christmas?
