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right. Elam’s sister, Mary, will be so upset if she must go to the hospital to have this baby. She didn’t have a good experience there with her first child.”

      Elam Sutter was a special someone in Katie’s life. He and his mother, Nettie, took her in when she had returned from the English world destitute and pregnant. That act of kindness had blossomed into love for the pair. His sister, Mary Yutzi, had only recently become a patient of Amber’s.

      “Elam’s mother convinced Mary you would do a better job. For less money, too.”

      A smile tugged at the corner of Amber’s mouth. “I’m glad Nettie Sutter thinks I do good work. Thank her for the recommendation.”

      It had taken years but Amber was finally finding acceptance among the majority of the Amish in the area. People like Nettie Sutter were the key. Older and respected, their word counted for a lot with the younger women in the community.

      Amber took a sip of her tea, letting the warmth of the gourmet blend soothe away some of her irritation. “Two of my expectant mothers have appointments today. I’ll let them know what’s going on when they come to the office. As for the rest of my clients, I can visit their homes on Sunday to explain things and prepare them.”

      “It is our church Sunday. Everyone will be at Levi Troyer’s farm. It will save you some miles if you come there after the service.”

      “Thank you. If you’re sure it’s all right, I’ll drop in. Of course, I might not need to. In this tight-knit community, the word may have spread already.”

      “Ja, you could be right.”

      “How is Elam, by the way?” Amber smiled in spite of her unhappiness as a blush bloomed in Katie’s cheeks.

      A soft smile curved her lips. “He is well.”

      “And the wedding? When will it be?”

      Katie’s eyes grew round. “What?”

      Amber started laughing. “The whole countryside is talking about how much celery Elam planted this year. It won’t come as a surprise to anyone when you have the banns read.”

      Creamed celery was a traditional food served at every Amish wedding. Leafy stalks of it were also used to decorate the tables. When a family’s garden contained a big crop of celery, everyone knew there would be a wedding in the fall.

      Blushing sweetly, Katie dropped her gaze. “We don’t speak of such things before the time comes.”

      Amish marriage banns were read only a few weeks before the wedding. Until then, the engagement was kept a secret, sort of. Speculating about who would be getting hitched during the months of November and December was a popular pastime.

      Amber said, “I’m sorry to tease.”

      Katie glanced around, then leaned close. “Not all of the celery is for Elam and me.”

      “Really?” Amber was intrigued. Elam lived with his widowed mother. All his sisters and older brothers were already married.

      Sitting back, Katie smiled. “I will say no more.”

      “Now you’ve got me curious. Is someone courting Nettie?”

      “Perhaps, but she isn’t the only one with a new beau.” Leaning forward, Katie tipped her head toward her boss. Emma Wadler was busy cleaning behind the counter.

      “Emma and who?” Amber whispered.

      Katie refused to comment. Knowing when to give up, Amber said, “I’m sure you and Elam will be very happy together.”

      “And Rachel.”

      “That’s right, we can’t forget little Rachel. She was my five-hundredth delivery. Did I ever tell you that?”

      “No. Looking back all those months ago, I thought it was the worst night of my life. I was unwed, homeless and without family. I didn’t see how things could get much worse. I couldn’t see it would become the best night of my life. I met Elam, I met you, my friend, and I had a beautiful baby girl. Gott has a plan for us even when we can’t see it.”

      “If you’re trying to tell me God will take care of my troubles, I already know that. But I can’t sit idly by. I’ve got to take action. Get my own ox out of the well, if you will.”

      Katie stirred a drizzle of honey into her tea. “I might be able to help.”

      “How?”

      “Perhaps I should talk with some of Elam’s family before I say anything. This may be a matter to bring before the church district.”

      Frowning in concern, Amber said, “I don’t want you to do anything that will cause trouble for you, Katie. I know you recently took your vows and were baptized into the Amish Church.”

      “Don’t worry about me. Worry about the women who are depending on you.”

      They were the reason Amber was upset, not for herself. She glanced at her watch. “I should get back to the office. Dr. Phillip is trying to organize some of Harold’s files. Truthfully, they need it. Harold has a terrible time putting things in their place.”

      “A day with the furchtbar Dr. Phillip and old files. Sounds like poor fun to me.”

      “He’s not terrible. I’m wrong to make him sound that way. The community needs a doctor while Harold is gone and Phillip has put his own career on hold to come here.”

      “Ja, we do need a doctor.”

      “Even if he’s a wonderful doctor, I just can’t like him. He’s so different from Harold,” Amber muttered, knowing it made her sound like a petulant third grader.

      Rising, Katie chuckled. “We must forgive those who trespass against us, Amber.”

      “I know,” she admitted. “I’m working on it.”

      “And I also must get back to work.”

      “I haven’t asked before, but do you like your job here at the Inn?” The café was part of the Wadler Inn, run by Emma and her elderly mother.

      “Emma is a good woman to work for. Her mother enjoys watching Rachel while I work. It does fine for me now.”

      “Until you marry and become a stay-at-home wife and mother.”

      Grinning, Katie nodded. “Ja, until then.”

      Amber paid her bill and headed for the door. Being a wife and mother was something she’d always wanted, but it hadn’t come her way.

      Not that it was too late. She was only twenty-nine. So what if most of her Amish clients that age already had three or four children? Meeting an eligible man who wasn’t Amish was as likely as finding hen’s teeth in Hope Springs.

      As she opened the door, Amber saw Phillip coming out of the hardware store across the street. He caught sight of her at the same moment. She either had to be civil or pretend she was in a hurry and rush away. Tough choice.

      Phillip halted at the sight of Amber framed in the doorway of the Shoofly Pie Café, an unappetizing name if he’d ever heard one. Once again he was struck by how lovely she was. Today she wore a simple yellow dress with short sleeves. Her hair hung over her shoulder in a single braid that reached her waist. Now he knew how long it was. Obviously, she hadn’t cut it in many years. It was a nice touch of old-fashioned feminine charm.

      They stood staring at each other for several long seconds until a man with a thick black beard and a straw hat stopped in front of Phillip. Realizing he was blocking the door, Phillip stepped out of the way. By the time he looked back, Amber was on her way down the sidewalk heading toward the clinic. He sprinted after her, cutting between two buggies rolling down the avenue.

      He and Amber had both been doing their jobs at the clinic, but it didn’t take a genius to see she was still upset. Her icy stares and monosyllablic

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