Amish Christmas Twins. Patricia Davids
girls reluctantly left the bedroom. John followed his mother down the hall. “You sound positively delighted to have this family of strangers stay on for days.”
“I am.”
“Well, I’m not. I haven’t been able to get a single piece of work done today.”
She stopped and turned to face him. “You have done nothing but work yourself half to death for the past four years.”
“You speak as if that is a poor thing.”
“Work is all well and good, but you’ve forgotten how to have a little fun now and again.”
“I know how to have fun.” His mother was being ridiculous.
“What was the last thing you did simply for the fun of it?” She stared at him with her arms crossed.
“I enjoy my work. It is fun to me.”
“You can’t think of anything, can you?”
He shook his finger at her. “If they do stay another day, you will keep the chatterboxes occupied while I get caught up on my work. A forge is no place for such wild kinder.”
“They aren’t wild.”
“Maybell will disagree with you.”
“I will keep them. All you had to do was ask.” She smiled sweetly, and he saw exactly how tomorrow was going to turn out. It would be a repeat of today.
“The first thing on my list will be repairing their buggy so they can leave.”
“If Gott wishes them to go, they will go. If He wishes them to stay, they will stay.” His mother turned away and walked into the kitchen.
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