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Chapters (60)
  1. Cover
  2. Half Title Page
  3. Books by Beverly Lewis
  4. Title Page
  5. Copyright Page
  6. Dedication
  7. Epigraph
  8. Prologue
  9. Part 1
  10. CHAPTER1
  11. CHAPTER2
  12. CHAPTER3
  13. CHAPTER4
  14. CHAPTER5
  15. CHAPTER6
  16. CHAPTER7
  17. CHAPTER8
  18. CHAPTER9
  19. CHAPTER10
  20. CHAPTER11
  21. CHAPTER12
  22. CHAPTER13
  23. CHAPTER14
  24. CHAPTER15
  25. CHAPTER16
  26. CHAPTER17
  27. CHAPTER18
  28. CHAPTER19
  29. CHAPTER20
  30. CHAPTER21
  31. Part 2
  32. CHAPTER22
  33. CHAPTER23
  34. CHAPTER24
  35. CHAPTER25
  36. CHAPTER26
  37. CHAPTER27
  38. CHAPTER28
  39. CHAPTER29
  40. CHAPTER30
  41. CHAPTER31
  42. CHAPTER32
  43. CHAPTER33
  44. CHAPTER34
  45. CHAPTER35
  46. CHAPTER36
  47. CHAPTER37
  48. CHAPTER38
  49. CHAPTER39
  50. CHAPTER40
  51. CHAPTER41
  52. CHAPTER42
  53. CHAPTER43
  54. CHAPTER44
  55. Epilogue
  56. Author’s Note
  57. About the Author
  58. Back Ads
  59. Cover Flaps
  60. Back Cover

Obie removed his hat and coat and went around the corner to hang them up. “It’s a wunnerbaar Haus,” he said, returning to the kitchen. “Who wouldn’t want to live here?”

I poured milk into the saucepan for the cocoa. “Hopefully, whoever rents it will be a young couple with a family to fill up the rooms,” I said, wondering how Obie even knew.

He wandered over to stand near the stove, watching me stir the milk. “Say, I was thinkin’ . . .”

I caught his expression, a whimsical smile on his lips. “Jah?”

“How would you an’ Britta feel ’bout stayin’ on here?”

“But how?”

His face broke into an even bigger smile, and he looked down as he shuffled his feet. “Well . . .”

“Ach, did you rent it from Allen?”

Obie nodded. “With the option to buy . . . once we’re wed.”

My heart soared at his words.

“Ach, but I’m getting ahead of myself,” he said, slipping his arm around me. “So . . . will ya marry me, Susie, and make me a very happy man?”

Overwhelmed, I nodded my answer, looking into his handsome face.

“I want to take care of you for the rest of my life, Susie. And I want to do it here.”

“Obie . . .” I moved into his arms, unable to hold back the tears.

“Better stir the milk again, so it won’t scald,” he said, releasing me.

We laughed together, and later, when we were seated at the table, sipping our hot cocoa and eating frosted sugar cookies, I joked, “Are ya sure you’re not marryin’ me just to live here?”

He chuckled. “Well, it has been like a second home.”

“You’re right.” I nodded, remembering all the times he came to visit us as a schoolboy and beyond.

Later, he brought up the idea of Britta staying with us, after we were husband and wife. “Far as I’m concerned, she’d be welcome here for as long as need be.”

Deeply moved by his kindness, I thanked him. “You have no idea what this means to me. And Britta will be so happy.” Then I added, “I ’spect Roy Lantz may be interested in dating her once she starts attending Singings and all in July.”

He reached for my hand, looking at me with the bluest eyes. “Whatever I can do to lessen your burden, Susie. You’ve worked too hard for too long.”

“Ach, I’m just glad to help.”

“Well, come fall, we’ll be partners in every way, sharin’ life’s journey, with the strength of the Lord.”

I appreciated that more than I could put into words and wondered about his agreement on the house. “Since Allen’s consented to rent the house to you, surely Mamma knows, too.”

Obie nodded. “In fact, Allen said she wanted me to be the one to tell ya.”