was tall and his shadow leaped out in front of them as if it was leading the way. The thought annoyed Annie, though she supposed he had no control over his shadow.
“Tomorrow’s wedding is a special situation. This family has relatives who live out of town. They couldn’t arrive until late on a Friday afternoon, so we scheduled the wedding for a Saturday.”
“You cater a lot of weddings?”
“Ya, I do...” She turned toward him when they reached her trailer, ready to confront him about this Texas issue. Then she looked over her shoulder, and the sight of her mobile kitchen eased the knot of tension in her shoulders. “You can bring those inside.”
The trailer was small, but she was proud of it. Inside was a mobile kitchen—with dishes for five hundred people, propane-powered refrigerators, three stoves that provided her with a dozen burners, plus a large industrial-sized oven that was six feet tall. On the side, they’d had stenciled the words Plain & Simple Weddings in a black italic font.
She set the trays with loaves of fresh bread in the oven. It was taller than she was and would hold the loaves just fine. She didn’t have to turn it on, because the loaves were already baked. She’d heat them before the luncheon. When he handed her the boxes of chicken, she took each platter out and set it in one of the propane refrigerators, which she’d turned on earlier in the day.
Levi’s eyes widened as he looked around, and he let out a long whistle. “Wow. Some setup you have here.”
“It is, and it took time and a lot of work to be able to afford it.”
“You pull this with your buggy?”
“No, I don’t pull it with my buggy. That would be illegal, not to mention unsafe.” She nudged him back out the door of the trailer.
“Then how...”
She waved away his question. She had no intention of telling him the ins and outs of her business. He didn’t need to know that she had an Englisch partner who owned a large pickup truck. Though she could imagine what Priscilla would say about Levi, and that eased even more of the tension in her neck. Priscilla would call him tall-fair-and-yummy.
She walked out of the trailer and said a quick prayer for patience and wisdom. She seemed to need large helpings of both around Levi Lapp. “I need to talk to you about my dat.”
“Oh. He’s a nice guy. You have a wunderbaar family.”
“Ya, I do.” She thought to ask him about his family, but she didn’t want to get distracted. “Look, I wish you well in finding a group to start in Texas...”
“Your dat seems quite keen about the idea.”
“That’s the thing I wanted to talk to you about. Remember what I told you before? Dat gets excited about an idea, usually for about a week.”
“Maybe this time is different.”
“It isn’t.”
“How can you know that?”
“Because I know him. He’s a gut worker, a gut provider and a gut husband and dat. He doesn’t smoke or drink or run around.”
“Which would make him a great addition to my group.”
“We’re not moving to Texas!” The words came out more sharply than she’d intended, and for a moment the ever-present smile slipped from Levi’s face.
Finally, she was getting through to him.
Or so she thought.
“Change is hard. I understand. And you have this thriving business...”
“Which I have no intention of packing up and moving to Stephenville, Texas.”
“Might not be Stephenville. It would depend on where we can find good land at a reasonable price.”
“You’re missing my point.” Maybe she should try appealing to his sense of right and wrong. “Mamm and I like it here. My bruders, they live close enough that they’re able to help with the harvest. My schweschder lives down the road. We have freinden and family here, and I have a thriving business. We. Are. Not. Moving.”
She’d moved out in front of him, but he scooted around her and plopped down on the step which led up into the trailer. She stood there, arms crossed, waiting for the truth of what she was saying to sink in beneath his cowboy hat.
“I think what you’re actually trying to say is that you’d like me to stop speaking to your dat about a move.”
“Exactly.”
“Would you also like me to quit working for him?”
“What? No. Obviously, he’s satisfied with your work, and he needs the help.”
“Would you rather I didn’t stay for dinner?”
“Of course not. Mamm doesn’t mind, and it certainly makes no difference to me.”
“So I’m allowed to work here and eat here, but only if I watch what I say.”
She was shaking her head before he finished talking. “I’m not the boss of you.”
“That’s true. You are not.”
When he glanced up at her, she was discouraged to see that his normally amiable expression had changed into something more stubborn. Something probably resembling a Texas mule, if they looked any different than Indiana mules.
She cleared her throat and tried a different approach. “I admire what you’re trying to do. I’m simply asking that you consider the situation of my family. We’re happy here. Don’t stir Dat up with all this talk of longhorns and wildflowers.”
“Okay.” He stood and clamped the ridiculous cowboy hat down more firmly on his head.
“Okay?”
“Ya.”
“Just like that?”
“Seems a fair enough request.”
“I agree. That’s why I made it.”
“Gut day to you then.” With a quick smile, he turned and walked toward the lane. As if he’d just thought of something, he stopped, took off the hat, scratched his head and then turned back toward her. “Tell your parents gut evening, and danki again for the meal.”
Annie stared after him, wondering what had just happened.
Why had he agreed so readily?
Why was he smiling?
What was she missing here?
Those things didn’t matter. What mattered was that they could put this silly matter of
