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    Amish Home: False Worship - Book 2: Amish Faith (False Worship) Series, #2
    Amish Home: False Worship - Book 2: Amish Faith (False Worship) Series, #2
    Amish Home: False Worship - Book 2: Amish Faith (False Worship) Series, #2
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    Amish Home: False Worship - Book 2: Amish Faith (False Worship) Series, #2

    By Rachel Stoltzfus

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    NEW RELEASE - MUST READ FOR AMISH ROMANCE LOVERS!

    When Beth Zook's daed starts courting a widow with a mysterious past, will Beth uncover this new family's secrets before she loses everything?

    Sixteen-year-old Beth Zook has already lost so much -- first her sister in a tragic accident and then her mamm a year later to cancer. As Beth and her daed Marcus struggle to rebuild their lives in the Amish community of Indianasburg, Marcus finds love awakening in his heart when a new family -- a widow and her two sons -- move into their quiet community. But things are not as they seem, and the more Beth learns about this new family, the more reason she has to fear. Will Beth uncover this new family's secrets before she loses everything?

    Find out in Book 2 of the False Worship Series.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGlobal Grafx Press
    Release dateFeb 11, 2015
    ISBN9781502224903
    Amish Home: False Worship - Book 2: Amish Faith (False Worship) Series, #2

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      Amish Home - Rachel Stoltzfus

      False Worship – Book 2

      By

      Rachel Stoltzfus

      This is Book 2 of the False Worship series. If you enjoy this book, please look over the other Christian books from Global Grafx Press, and other great books from Rachel Stoltzfus.

      Published by Global Grafx Press, LLC. © 2014

      The Pennsylvania Dutch used in this manuscript is taken from the Revised Pennsylvania German Dictionary: English to Pennsylvania Dutch (1991) by C. Richard Beam, Brookshire Publications, Inc. Lancaster, PA 17603

      The Bible quotations used in this manuscript are either taken from the King James Bible or the English Standard Bible.

      Copyright © 2014 by Rachel Stoltzfus

      All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including scanning, photocopying, or otherwise without prior written permission of the copyright holder, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      BOOK 2

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      BOOK 3

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      BOOK 2

      CHAPTER ONE

      If you haven’t already, CLICK HERE to read BOOK 1 for FREE before starting this book, otherwise you might be a bit confused.

      I sit in my living room with Greta, and the other two ladies of our quilting bee, Ester van Trap and Deloris Kopp.  Ester sits and sews, rocking her huge, fifty-year-old physique into her little chair, wood creaking tiredly beneath her.  But she never speaks while sewing, and rarely does at other times.  Her friend Deloris is almost eighty years old, and almost completely deaf, so, although she speaks much more freely than Ester, she usually does so in the service of asking us to repeat ourselves.

      I sit on one side, Greta next to me, careful to keep my seams straight and my thread untwisted.  Our quilt, a daylily fields star design, is comprised of a series of squares turned on their tips to resemble diamonds, with intricate designs and illustrations woven into each diamond.  Blue and yellow, and the natural colors of the original fabrics, create a textured look as they blend together from even just a few feet away.  From either distance, it’s a work of art, and a delight for the eyes as well as the body.

      Greta says, Seems you and your daed will be welcoming some new additions to the family.

      How does it seem that? I ask, a bit too quickly.

      "Well, it just...seems like that.  We all saw you on your carriage trip.  I saw them together, while I was on my way over here today, in a carriage, headed up to the area near Jenkins’ fishing pond."

      The fishing pond?  Today?  But...Daed’s smith’s house is open for business today; he never just walks away from the smith’s house.

      Old Deloris shouts, A souse?  Who’s a souse?

      "Not souse, Deloris, Greta says, loudly and carefully, shaking her head broadly to help make the point.  Greta turns back to me and says, Well, that’s love; makes you do strange things, right?"

      I can’t disagree with either part of the statement: the strangeness, or the love.  I’m not sure which one troubles me more.

      Her massive head still pointing down, Ester looks up past her brow at us, as if we’re disturbing her concentration.  And we are.  But we always do, and she always glares, and the quilts (and the conversations) come and go, just the same.

      Greta says, Guess it’s time you got back to the business of finding yourself a husband.  Reading my skeptical expression, Greta adds, You’re almost seventeen, Beth!  You’ve said you were taking care of your daed, but I think that time has passed for both of you.  He’s moving on with his life, and you should do the same.

      Who’s insane? Deloris croaks out, looking around in her ancient confusion.  Ester glares at her, huge face still pointing down at her section of quilt. 

      No, Deloris, Greta says, you just keep sewing, dear.  Deloris waves Greta off, seeming to be angry with my friend’s dismissive tone.  Nevertheless, old Deloris does go back to her sewing, as instructed.

      I confess, I dunno, after the way things went with—

      Don’t even say his name, Greta interrupts.  That’s over and done with.  There are lots of great guys out there.

      "Out there, maybe, I say, but here in Indianasburg, it’s just the same old guys I went to school with all those years.  I don’t want to marry any of them.  And I’m not going to get married, just for its own sake."

      Steak? Deloris repeats (she thinks), as she looks up from her portion of the quilt.  I wanna steak!

      There aren’t any steaks, Deloris, Greta says, loudly and slowly, ignoring Ester’s glare.

      No steaks? Deloris confirms from her mental fog.

      Greta shakes her head.  No steaks, dear, sorry.  Greta turns back to me with a gentle smile.  Just be careful?  You don’t want to wind up like...  Greta looks at beefy Ester, and old, wrinkled Deloris; both are now glaring at us.  Like me, Greta says, clearing her throat.  I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever find the right guy.

      Greta, you’re fifteen years old!

      Nodding, and with a newly frightened expression, Greta says, "I know ... right?"

      ***

      Daed doesn’t come back until quite late that night, close to nine o’clock.  And when he comes home (alone, I’m happy to say), he finds me sitting in the big chair in the living room.  The chair is in the shadow when the lights are off, and I wait until my guilty daed looks around the quiet house before tiptoeing his way toward his bedroom.

      Then I say, Hold it right there, mister.

      He turns with a start, squinting into the dark room to find me.  Beth?

      And where have you been?

      My daed chuckles, both nervous and amused.  I took Ruthie to dinner...

      A fish dinner?

      A little silence squirms past, before he asks, I’m sorry?

      I thought you might have had some luck down at Jenkins’ fishing hole.

      How did you know about that?

      I let my voice hold on to that low, steady tone.  I feel more like the angry parent, and he seems even more like a sneaky teen.  I say, "The whole town’s talking about it!  You gallivanting around, shirking—"

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