The men looked at Jenny expectantly as she tapped the pile into an even stack and then looked up from her task. The waitress brought them all some more coffee. Jenny took a deep breath and began to read.
March 23, 1946. Today was a terrible day and a wonderful day. I had whiskey for the first time and it was awful. And then I met a boy. Well, actually a man. He is not Amish, but he is wonderful.
As Jenny read, it was as though her mother’s story began to come to life in her mind. She could see it as if it were a movie.
Rachel Borntraeger walked unsteadily along the road toward her farm. She was getting cold and tired. Her head ached, and she felt sick to her stomach. The March wind had died down, and the chill that had come as the sun set didn’t feel so biting. It had actually been almo
