“Doesn’t look like it’ll rain,” one of the men offered. “No, I don’t think so either,” Steve agreed. “Silo filling’s up for this week,” another added. Steve nodded, taking his place at the end of the line. The murmur of the conversation rose and fell around him. Other men came down the line to shake his hand, muttering the occasional “gut morning” to him. Steve watched as Menno pulled in with his surrey. He stopped at the end of the walk, and Anna climbed out. Moments later Susan came from the other side of the buggy, and the two women went up the sidewalk. Their shawls moved with the wind, the flayed ends flapping as the two clung to their bonnets. With their heads turned sideways against the wind, they disappeared into the washroom. Would Susan be among the new baptismal class this morning? Steve wondered. All week he had wanted to ask what her plans were. Perhaps tell her of his feelings for her. Hoping that if he did, his words might influence her to take the final step.
