AMISH PROVERB Tuesday dawned with a warm wind blowing from the east. After eating a breakfast of dippy eggs, bacon, and toast, Noah stepped out the back door and eyed the warehouse, wondering how Lovina’s conversation with her parents had gone the night before. Wondering if his sketches had made any difference. Wondering what her dat had to say about the idea. And what John Miller had to say about him. Noah had talked with Lovina’s dat a few times, and the older man had been kind enough to his face. But when he met Lovina’s mem, Noah had no doubt that news of who he was and what he’d done had proceeded him. John Miller had mentioned he had five daughters, and Anna Miller had changed the conversation before Noah could ask anything about them. Noah glanced at his watch. He hadn’t worn one up north on his dat’s farm. Things on the farm got done as they’d got done. His dat had been the timekeeper of the family, making sure everything was set up in time for their weekly auctions.
