“I wish I knew if she was okay.  That she’s not layin in a gutter somewhere.”

     “Oh, I’m sure not.”

     “How do we know that for sure?”

     “Cecily is smart.  And God is with her.”

     “Ya,” Ida smiled through her tears.

     “Now, Fraa, ya finish your little breakfast here, and I’ll wash up the dishes.  Then, I’ll come up and check on ya.  Maybe I can talk ya into joinin me in the barn while I’m workin out there.  It’ll do ya good to be out in the cool air.”

     &ldqu...

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