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An Amish Sunday Night

In by Chris on July 31, 2010 at 6:19 pm

The Sunday Sing would have ended hours before, and still Hans was not home. His parents sat in the night on the porch of their wooden home.

“This is the fourth week in sequence,” said his mother.

“Our boy has found the rumspringa, as all boys will,” replied his father.

“Surely we have taught him better.”

“No teaching can keep a young man from the rumspringa. When I was young, it seized me too.”

She peered at him. “But you courted me.”

“How little you know.” He looked far into the night. “You were not the first woman I held.”

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