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Here’s what you came for, Harvey. ” “Looks fine to me,” Harvey said with a nod. ” Paul motioned to Aaron. ” Stepson, Aaron almost corrected, but he caught himself in time. “It’s nice to meet you,” he mumbled. She smiled, kind of shylike. ” Aaron asked. “No, I don’t know them,” she said with a shake of her head. ” Harvey moved over to the desk. ” As Paul wrote out the invoice and Harvey leaned on the desk, Aaron ambled over to one of their workbenches and picked up a piece of leather that needed to be cut and dyed.
The two-story gray and white home that loomed before them as they turned onto a graveled driveway was an exception. A bounty of irises danced in the breeze near the vegetable garden growing to the left of the house, and two pots of pink flowers graced the front porch. Harvey had no more than guided the horse to the hitching rail when the front door opened. A middle-aged woman followed by a young boy and a girl hurried over to the buggy. Allison climbed down and was surprised when the woman gave her a hug.
Aunt Catherine’s gray-streaked, mousy brown hair was done up tightly in a bun at the back of her head, and her stiff white kapp was set neatly on top. The wooden floor creaked as Allison stepped across it, and her aunt whirled around. Her skin looked paler than normal, making her deeply set blue eyes seem more pronounced. “Guder mariye,” Allison said. “Morning,” Aunt Catherine mumbled, her thin lips set in a firm line. ” Allison offered her aunt a faint smile. So she hadn’t forgotten what day it was.