John gave Livia a sidelong glance. They continued westward, and soon they came to Penn Yan and the road leading to the Bluff. Livia looked at John when he wasn’t looking at her.
Once they were on the ridge, they stopped to take in the view. The forked lake was nestled between the hills on both sides of the Bluff. Bright white clouds cast shadows on the patchwork blanket of fields and forest. The main stem of Keuka wriggled to the south before them.
* * *
Lella had arrived a day earlier, on Friday, to set up her workspace in the studio. Dr. M, who had left her to her work, appeared at the barn in mid-afternoon.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Lella, but Isaac and Martin have come with another piece of the kitchen.”
“It’s no problem, Paolo, please tell them not to mind me.”
The Mennonite man
