Beside her sat Mr. Moran, the Englisha man. Susan couldn’t help but be concerned about who might be watching. But this was not Amish country, and no one knew her. Susan took a deep breath and edged away from him. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice the small movement. “So,” Duane said, smiling, “I hear you’re new to Asbury Park. Are you adjusting okay?” “Okay, yah. Really gut,” Susan said. What a bumbling, mumbling mess she was making of this. Why had she ever thought an Amish girl could make a go of it in the Englisha world? At least Thomas had been one of her own people—an equal. This man was way up there in the world, almost too high for her to speak with. “I guess I should have introduced myself better. I’m Duane Moran,” he said. “And I work in town at H&R Block.” Susan nodded. “Laura told me.” “Oh,” Duane said. “But I guess I’m not surprised. Did Laura tell you I called today?” “She did.” Susan kept her eyes on her shopping bag. “I know Laura from way back,”
