"Alright, I'm off then. Class
starts in twenty minutes,” Rebecca told me. Taking her things from behind the
counter she added, "I forgot to tell you, my brother says the Schrock's are
having a rumspringa back-acres party Memorial Day weekend. I want you to come
with me."
"You're not going to the
sing-a-long on Sunday?” I asked, following her into the women's restroom where
she could change.
She gave me a pointed look.
"No," she said, handing me her apron. "And neither are
you." Rebecca rapidly changed into her English clothes for school in one
of the stalls. She doesn't like to stand out at Westview High School and her
parents think it is for the best. She stepped out wearing tight fitting jeans
and a pink Aeropostale T-shirt. Not exactly the Amish style of long dresses and
prayer caps. Her hair was left up even though it was not covered. To wear hair
exposed was considered dishonorable.
Rebecca sighed heavily.
"Sarah, you promised me that during your rumspringa you'd branch out a
little bit. After all, it's what we're meant to do, to run around and be free
of our usual constraints."
I did not add that the real
purpose of rumspringa was to find an Amish mate, but I was tired of sounding
like a sour grape.
Apparently I hesitated too long
because next thing I knew she grabbed me by both of my shoulders, giving them a
gentle shake. "Now is the time," she insisted.
"Okay," I agreed.
It probably would not hurt for once, just to be with the girls. And she was
right, now was the time. "I will give it a go, I guess."
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