“I brought you something to keep you warmer. There will be some snow on the ground in the morning. I brought you some stew. Are you hungry?”
Jenny nodded. She realized the room had gotten chilly. She took the blanket and put it around her shoulders.
“What are you doing with that goofy hippie?” Jorge asked. “You know him from San Francisco?”
“I’m not from San Francisco. I’m from Apple Creek, Ohio. I just met Jonathan a few days ago. He was helping me. I was going to New York to try to find my birth mother. I lost her when I was little, and then an Amish couple adopted me. I’ve been living with them ever since.”
“Amish?” Jorge seemed genuinely surprised. “Aren’t they the guys with beards who ride around in buggies?”
“Yes, but there’s more to it than that,” Jenny said. “Being Amish is ab
