AMISH PROVERB Joy followed Matthew through the front door of Yoder’s Restaurant—one of the favorite places to eat in Pinecraft, Amish or not. The aroma of fried chicken and fresh cinnamon rolls greeted her, and her stomach rumbled a little despite the lunch she’d had earlier. A cell phone chimed, and Matthew reached inside his pants pocket. Up north, cell phones were only used because of work-related needs, but in Pinecraft it seemed almost everyone had one. The Amish snowbirds often proclaimed, “What happens in Pinecraft stays in Pinecraft.” Matthew checked the number, and his brow furrowed. “Sorry…do you mind if I get this? It’s Mose.” “Ne, of course not. There’s a line anyway. It’ll be a while before we can get a table.” Matthew stepped out of line and hurried outside. From her place in line she saw him talking, and then a worried expression came over his face. “Joy?” The Amish hostess waved her forward, and Joy recognized one of Faith’s friends. “Will there be two of you today?”
