Minding The Amish Baby. Carrie Lighte

Englischer was the reason Waneta wanted him to keep an eye out for Tessa. Tessa had been baptized into the Amish church, so she wouldn’t dream of becoming involved with an Englischer in any romantic capacity—about that, Turner had no doubts. But he worried she may be too guileless to realize her lively personality could be misinterpreted by young Englisch men who didn’t understand her commitment to the Lord and the Amish way of life.

      “I’m very sorry about that, Turner,” she said. “Jeremy’s parents own the Englisch diner on Main Street and he often stops by Schrock’s, so I’ve chatted with him a few times. I’m surprised by his behavior tonight. Usually he’s so well-mannered.”

      “As true as that may be, Englischers don’t think the same way we do about, er, romantic relationships and courting, so you probably shouldn’t give your address to them.”

      “I didn’t give my address to Jeremy!” she protested. “His sister has given me a ride home before so she might have told him where I live, but I certainly didn’t invite him here! I’d never do such a thing!”

      Her adamant objection made it clear to Turner he was mistaken to think she would have been so naïve. Wanting her to know he’d stand behind her if Jeremy showed up again, Turner said, “That’s gut. But he’ll have to answer to me if he kummes here again without an invitation.”

      “He won’t,” Tessa firmly assured him, her chin in the air.

      Turner got the sense she was offended, but once again he didn’t know why. After saying good-night, he tromped back to the house. To his relief, Mercy was still sleeping soundly, which was exactly what he wanted to do. But when he got into bed, sleep escaped him. All he could think about was whether Jacqueline had been drawn into the Englisch world by a boy who promised he wanted only a single date and if she didn’t like him, he’d never ask for another thing.

      Then Turner questioned if he really came across as disagreeable as Tessa suggested. She had a lot of nerve, didn’t she? Perhaps if she bore even a fraction of the kind of concerns and responsibilities he had, she wouldn’t be so quick to judge. Or maybe if Turner were a younger man with little to worry about except which Willow Creek maedel he should court, he’d walk around wearing a ridiculous grin on his face.

      Ah well, there was no sense dwelling on how his life might have turned out if he hadn’t had to raise his siblings. He pulled the quilt to his chin and shut his eyes so he wouldn’t be “a very grouchy person” come morning.