She barely listened to Grace yammering away about a movie she’d seen at the picture show in Lancaster, her fingers not moving half as fast as her friend’s mouth as she worked up a new batch of cinnamon rolls. Grace scooped snickerdoodle batter onto the baking sheets and kept talking. “It was a silly movie really, but the men were hot.” “Hot?” “Oh, ja.” Grace’s head bobbed, making the ties of her bonnet dance. “Come with us next time. Please, Hannah.” She shook her head. “It is of no interest to me.” “Then come tonight. No movie. Just fun. There will be others from outside our district. It will be fun. I promise.” Her eyes were alight with promise. “Really there’s no harm.” Hannah turned away and began mixing the pie filling. “Please come.” “I will see.” It was a promise she regretted, one she would not live up to.
