He stuck out his hand. “I’m Johnny Hershberger. I just happened to be driving through Wooster and almost ran you down…”
Jenny could feel his eyes study her face.
“…and I’m a great believer in destiny. What’s your name?”
Jenny hesitated for a minute. She was put off by the young man’s brashness, but the fact that his name was Hershberger appealed to the historical researcher in her. She put out her hand hesitantly and took his.
“I’m Jenny Springer. I’m from Apple Creek. It’s interesting to me that your name is Hershberger—that’s my mother’s maiden name.”
“Is she Amish too?” Johnny asked.
“Well of course she is,” said Jenny with a toss of her head. “What else would she be?”
“I’m sorry, that was a dumb question. Of course she’s Amish. It’s just that I’m a Hershberger and I’m not. Amish
