CHAPTER 49
Christmas morning. Susannah woke up early and blasted her mom’s old CD recording of Handel’s Messiah, which was as much of a cornerstone of a traditional Peters Christmas as Amish friendship bread at breakfast. Thankfully, Connie’s starter from Safe Anchorage worked perfectly, and based on the sweet, yeasty smell from the oven, Susannah hadn’t botched the recipe too terribly. As soon as she pulled the loaf out to cool, she hurried into Kitty’s room. “Merry Christmas, sunshine.”
Susannah was thankful for an extra dose of energy this morning. She’d thrown the friendship bread into the oven and still found time to make some muffins and start a much-needed load of laundry.
All month, Susannah had worried that Christmas would feel empty and pointless without her mother, but she’d
