The Amish Christmas Matchmaker

“All gut things I hope.”

“From Dat? Ya. But Annie, well...you know how Annie is.”

“I do? I’ve only known her a few days.”

“She’s not exactly a mystery.”

“Meaning?”

“She told me she told you that she doesn’t like all this Texas talk.”

“I guess she did mention it.”

Jebediah and Nicole both laughed at that as if he’d told a joke. It made him squirm, not that they might be laughing at him, but that he might be up against a force to be reckoned with. Instead of delving into the details of Annie’s opposition, he changed the subject.

“What are your children’s names?”

“The twins are Micah and Mitchell—nine months old.” Jebediah readjusted both babies in his arms. “Our oldest is Rachel.”

“I’m three,” Rachel proclaimed, holding up a pudgy hand and bending down her thumb and pinky.

Levi remembered what Jebediah had said about their expecting another. He glanced at Nicole’s stomach, then quickly averted his eyes.

She again laughed. “I’m five months along, in case you were wondering.”

“I wasn’t.” And now his cheeks were burning.

When everyone else surged forward to be in the first seating of folks who would eat, Levi hung back.

“You can come with us into the first group,” Jebediah said.

“No need. I don’t mind waiting. Gives me time to watch folks.”

Annie had stepped out of the trailer to deliver two platters of food. When she stepped back inside a small tabby cat crept in after her.

“Uh-oh,” Jebediah said.

His astute comment was immediately followed by an ear-piercing scream. He handed the babies off to Nicole, but Levi was already on his way toward Annie.

The scene in front of him when he stepped into the trailer was something he wouldn’t forget for a very long time.

An Englisch woman was holding two large bowls of side dishes up high and trying to move around Annie without dropping them. She wore a conservative dress and a handkerchief over her hair, which was red and braided into a long ponytail down her back. She most certainly was not Amish.

Annie wore a light gray Amish dress with a white apron. A fresh kapp covered her hair, and her cheeks were a bright red. She had a pot lid in one hand and a dish towel in the other. She was slapping at the cat with the towel and holding the pot lid like an early Christian in Rome’s Colosseum fending off the hungry lions.

As for the cat, he was clearly a terrified kitten, but that didn’t stop him from arching his back and hissing at Annie.

Levi wanted to see how this would unfold. He wanted to burst out laughing, but another look at Annie told him that wouldn’t be a wise move.

So instead, he pulled off his Stetson, dropped it over the unsuspecting cat, scooped it up in his arms and fled the trailer.

“Who was that?” Priscilla was still holding the two dishes of corn casserole high, as if the cat might return at any moment and leap on the food.

“I’ll explain later. We need to get this food out there.”

The next hour passed in a blur of activity. Annie loved nearly every minute of it. She liked feeding people, liked seeing the bride and groom and families relax. This was their day of celebration. They shouldn’t be worried about chicken and hot rolls and casserole dishes. The fact that she did her job well meant that they could enjoy the wedding. And she didn’t mind admitting that she was very good at guiding families through these special days, when there weren’t feral cats hopping into her trailer.

She sighed and stood in the doorway looking out over the tables.

“Take a break,” Priscilla said. “In fact, take some food and go sit down somewhere.”

“You’re bossy, you know that?”

“Which is why I make a good partner.”

“I guess.”

“You’re still staring at him.”

“Who?”

“The Amish cowboy.”

Annie snorted at that. It sounded so ridiculous. It was ridiculous.

“So what gives?”

“He arrived here a few days ago.”

“Why?”

“Looking for families to move to Texas.”

“I didn’t realize there were Amish communities there.”

“There’s one, and it’s quite small and located in South Texas. Levi wants to start another.”

“Ahhhh...” Priscilla’s single word said she finally understood the problem. She’d been around Annie long enough to know how excited her dat could be when he first dove into a new idea.

“We’re not moving,” Annie said.

“Have you told your dat that?”

“You can’t tell Dat anything. You have to...wait it out.”

“Like the camels.”

“Ya. Like that.”