Chapter 7
DanaFriday, November 6th
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“Just look at that!” Rebecca Hershberger said as she watched her grandson toddle toward her. She squatted low in her ankle length dress to catch him as he started to wobble.
“He’s been working on his technique all week and he’s getting pretty good,” I told the older Amish woman. “We’ve had to block the doorway to the kitchen because he’s become far more curious about what’s in all the low cupboards now that he’s more mobile.”
“Ah, we’ll do the same then and block his path to the wood stove too. It wouldn’t do to have him touch that.” She scooped Jef into her arms and then turned her attention back to me.
“He’s looking more like Katie these days and she walked about the same age.”
I smiled and nodded. “That he is.”
“How long can he stay to
