Aaron’s buggy was coming up the road of Isaac and Ida’s farm.  Isaac was sitting outside waiting for Ida to finish up fixing lunch and call him to the table.  It was cold and he rebundled his coat up to his neck.  He rolled his eyes, sort of knowing why Aaron was coming over.  He watched the young man get out of his buggy and head towards the porch.

     “Wie bischt, Aaron,” Isaac said cordially.

     “Just fine, sir, how are you?”

     “Pretty well.  Can’t complain.  All the joints are workin today in this chilly weather.”  Isaac paused, then continued.  “Ida’s fixin lunch.  Would you like to stay and eat?”

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