Rumspringa Teaser #1 - Sarah
At
work, I often caught myself watching Liam. I wondered what a contemporary city
boy was doing in the middle of Indiana Amish country. I knew that he had come
suddenly to live with his uncle, but I did not know any of the specifics. I
also knew that Liam was not attending Westpoint High school with Rebecca
because she would have told me so.
Regardless of how dangerous and
out of place he looked, I could see him staring thoughtfully at the flour and
salt as he began each shift, quietly. He seemed very adept at the process of
turning stock ingredients into something delicious. He started by sprinkling a
little flour onto the board and on his rolling pin to keep it from sticking.
Next, he patiently rolled the dough out into a perfect rectangle then switched to
using his hands and gently tugged on all sides to stretch the dough, careful to
straighten out the wrinkles, like a delicate piece of cloth. His skilled
fingers artfully folded the cinnamon filling into the pastry, tucking the
sugared apple pieces in just so. Afterwards, he generously brushed melted
butter over the exposed layers for good measure.
There was a lot of gossip about
him flying around our close-knit community. That he was a trouble maker. A
delinquent from Chicago. Recovering drug addict. Lazy. Watch out. Idle hands
are the devil's tools.
There was nothing idle about those
hands.
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