“I love seeing her, too,” Anna said, retying Wanita’s work apron for her where it had loosened in the back. “And you, sister.” She told Wanita about Cousin Sadie Flaud’s letter and the possible opportunity awaiting her in Lancaster County. “If it’s the Lord’s will for me to live and work there, I trust it’ll be obvious and that I’ll know without a doubt.”

Wanita’s eyes grew serious. “I would hate to see ya go, Schweschder.” She sighed. “What if you meet someone there—fall in love? How often would we see you then?”

“Well, I’m looking forward to what the Lord has planned for me. To be completely honest, I’m actually hoping to settle down somewhere other than Mifflinburg.”

Wanita smiled, but her eyes looked pained, so the effect was more sad than happy. “You’re a sensible young woman, Anna. And it may be time to expand your horizons and see where this prospect leads. Must it be so far from home, though?”

Anna grimaced. “I know it won’t be easy. I really just need a change—I’ve felt this way for a while now.”

“You’ll keep in touch, I hope.” Wanita’s expression was forlorn.

“No need to get ahead of yourself,” Anna said, glancing toward the doorway that led into the next room. “It’s not like I’ve got the job yet. And if I do end up moving there, I’ll definitely stay in touch with all of you . . . Mammi, too.”

“You’d come home weekends?”

“I’d miss you too much not to.”

Wanita gave the pot in front of her a good stir as she poured in the last of the chopped tomatoes. “We don’t know how long Mammi might have.”

“But she’s in fairly gut health other than her memory, ain’t so?” Even as Anna said the words, she realized she couldn’t bear the thought of losing her.

“Seems to be, jah. And I’m thankful for every minute of clarity she has.” Wanita washed and dried her hands. “Like those times when she can quote long passages of Scripture or sing hymns without being prompted. Moments like those are blessings.” She walked with Anna to the rear screen door, where Bonnie and Bethie looked up from their play and blew little kisses.

“Kumme again soon,” Bonnie said, eyes pleading.

Anna promised she would and blew a kiss back. Then, heading down the steps to the car, she prayed, Dear Lord, please watch over Mammi Eliza with Thy tender loving care.