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Naomi drummed her candy-apple nails impatiently on the pass-through window.“Order up!” Sheila, the longest tenured server, barked and passed Naomi the ticket.Naomi, always three steps ahead, noticed the customers’ fancy attire and guessed they’d be going for the more expensive items on the menu.  She bit her bottom lip, lightly glossed the same shade as her nails.  Her scalp itched slightly, but she let the sensation pass, not wanting to loosen a strand of neatly tucked auburn hair.As she read the order, she grinned slightly.  She expertly prepared and cooked her preselected ingredients in thirty minutes flat.Five years ago, she’d regularly helped her sweet Mamm make meals for her four rambunctious sisters, six silly brothers, and bearded, stone-faced Daed.  Plus, her silky locks were kept underneath a common black kapp or bonnet, not her current chef’s lemon-bright head wrap.—–Away from barn and kitchen duties, Naomi stole every opportunity to scrutinize her Daed’s trading ledgers, scramble up white oaks like a squirrel, and splash through streams, happily carousing and laughing all the while.“Half boy,” her Mamm used to chide, with a look both smile and frown.Naomi took the gentle reproofs with as much good humor as possible, but she bristled nonetheless.  Her Daed’s disapproval grew more strident as Naomi blossomed into her nascent womanhood.During her eighteenth year, Jacob, a strapping and severe young man from the neighboring farm, showed up with maddening regularity.  He’d steal furtive and unwelcome glances at Naomi between seemingly important discussions with her Daed.Despite his judicious use of straw hats, freckles ran riot over Jacob’s milky skin.  Nearly imperceptible brown dots, confined to the bridge of Naomi’s nose and cheeks, delicately sprinkled and complimented her old-lace complexion.One day, Jacob brought her Daed a beautiful sorrel filly.  Naomi’s heart filled with affection as the chestnut horse reared, galloped, and charged over the fern-green and fragrant late-summer grass.That love instantly soured into revulsion as they corralled the horse in a pen.The terrified foal whinnied piteously as Jacob brutally muzzled and saddled her.  Naomi’s Daed blocked off any escape routes the filly could use to bolt free.After three hours of breaking the will of that noble creature, Naomi’s disinterest in Jacob settled into a firm, abiding, and lifelong hatred.—–The polar opposite feeling arose in Naomi’s heart for Anke, Jacob’s enchanting and playful elder sister.  Naomi would roll the name around in her almanbahis şikayet head, whispering it to herself on occasion like a mantra: Anke, with coal black tresses, strands of which would sometimes shake loose from her bun and dance around her cordate and ivory countenance; Anke, blessed with a wind-chime voice that would cheer and tease in the same breath, floating through the air from plum, Cupid’s-bow lips; Anke, possessed of a delightfully pert bosom, noticeable even neath her formless sapphire dress.“What say you this fine day, my sister?” Anke intoned Naomi that fateful afternoon, breaking away from the monotony of yet another one of Jacob’s interminable consultations with Naomi’s father.Naomi’s freckled cheeks flushed hot flamingo pink, her embarrassment making her look even lovelier.  She slightly gulped before shyly giving her reply.“I am well, my sister,” Naomi answered.  “I hope you are in fine spirits, too.”Anke and Naomi casually strolled barefoot around the farm.  They discussed their large families, which relatives had recently married, the babies that were due, and who might be baptized.  Gradually, Naomi’s passion for nature replaced small talk.  She showed Anke the favorite white oak Naomi still climbed on occasion.  They happily splashed through azure streams, shooing croaking eastern cricket frogs out of the way.As they gamboled through the shallow water, Anke’s sapphire dressed billowed up slightly in the soft summer breeze, revealing shapely calves and ankles.  Naomi turned an even deeper shade of pink than before, nearly lavender, and hoped Anke hadn’t noticed.  Anke’s bell-like laughter gradually tapered off to silence and she smoothed her dress flat.“Help me out, Naomi,” Anke implored her.  She was easily a foot away from the bank, which was not steep.  Anke could have leapt the distance on her own, but instead she held out her lovely, long-fingered hand.Naomi sauntered towards Anke.  Naomi’s chocolate-brown eyes met Anke’s hazel eyes in a prolonged, unblinking gaze.  Wordlessly, their fingers entwined and they stepped out of the creek together.They walked silently, palms pressed tightly, eyes downcast on their synchronized stride.  They let go long before they approached the barn.“Be well, my sister,” Anke said and hurried back to her brother’s side.  Jacob frowned at Naomi as they departed.It was only later that forlorn evening, after meals and chores and cleaning and everyone else had fallen asleep, that Naomi found Anke’s envelope mysteriously pinned inside her apron.  Wondering almanbahis canlı casino how Anke pulled that off, she read the note concealed within.—–After Sunday prayers, most of the older teens from neighboring communities would meet up after church to renew acquaintances.  Naomi met Anke by the secluded white oak.  Anke described that place in her note to Naomi as “a shelter for the very best of friends.”As Anke was one year older than both Jacob and Naomi, all were well within their Rumspringa.  It was understood by families that some degree of independence was expected before the overwhelming majority of them took the rites of baptism, courted, and married.Both wore their black Sunday stockings and flat shoes this afternoon.  They smiled nervously at each other as they sat in the shade of the old oak tree.Anke grabbed a handful of grass and threw it at Naomi.  It fluttered down above Naomi’s head like emerald snow, fine blades nesting about her kapp.  Anke laughed low and heartily.Naomi, grinning ever so slightly, maintained her composure, and brushed off the blades nonchalantly.  She reached for a handful of damp grass, tore it out of the ground, and, without looking, tossed it in Anke’s direction.  The clump did not separate and smacked Anke’s cheek with a wet thwack.Anke’s laughter bubbled up in mock outrage and only increased at Naomi’s surprise.They kneeled facing each other.  Naomi used the edge of her purple sleeve to wipe the stain from Anke’s ivory skin.  Anke’s and Naomi’s laughter blended together as Naomi made tidy amends.As she wiped, Naomi again noticed the plum shade of Anke’s dear mouth.“There,” Naomi sighed and finished.  “All better now.”Naomi lowered her hands to her lap, which settled in Anke’s open palms.Thunder rumbled in the distance.They drew close enough to taste shared breath, to encircle waists and shoulders with trembling arms.  Noses bumped with searching, increasing, tantalizing delight and, ultimately, naturally, they kissed.  Full, slow, quivering splashes of audible delight echoed in their hearts.  Those kisses tickled their toes and trembled through parts deemed accursed, parts now transformed at that forever moment from unmentionable secret to shared discovery.“Anke,” the name whispered in the distance.“Anke,” the name repeated, slightly louder, increasingly urgent.“Anke!” the name sharply echoed over the farm, snapping Anke and Naomi out of their reverie.They turned their heads to spot Jacob in the distance, an unblinking scarecrow staring in their direction.“Oh, no!” almanbahis casino Anke gasped, tore herself from Naomi’s tight embrace, and ran to her brother with alarming speed.“Wait!” Naomi cried out from the depths of her shattered love, standing and stretching out one desperate, pleading arm.  Jacob and Anke vanished over the cloudy horizon.Naomi froze in that position, pelted by punishing raindrops that masked her overflowing tears, thunder drowning out her heart-wrenching sobs.—–Naomi floated in a daze now. Food had no flavor.  Sunlight didn’t gladden.  Days passed monotonously in a dreary sameness.One evening, Naomi’s Daed casually mentioned that Jacob had officially let it be known that he intended to court her.  Today, her father’s stern face lit up with a smile of undeniable pleasure.Naomi’s smile masked her true feelings as everyone turned in her direction.  “I will consider his offer in due time, Daed,” she spoke, neither confirming affection nor distaste.“Don’t dawdle, my dear,” her Daed playfully chided, considering the matter all but settled.  Her Mamm pinched her Daed’s shoulder, slightly correcting him for the sin of pride.—–It was Anke’s forthcoming marriage that truly sunk Naomi.She wracked her brain wondering how this could possibly happen.  The glorious afternoon of The Kiss was equally Naomi’s future happiness and current aching despair.  Naomi knew Anke felt the same.  Yet Anke’s actions contradicted this.  Young women were expected to marry in Naomi’s world, but the speed of Anke’s decision confused and enraged her.  Naomi understood that expressing her love publicly for Anke was an impossibility they both might never survive, but she expected at least some resistance from Anke, some acknowledgement of their secret truth, although she had no idea how that could ever come to pass.He was a decent enough young man: tall, healthy, and even tempered.  Their courtship was the talk of the community.  Everyone else agreed it was a perfect match.  Anke took the rites of baptism along with her beau and professed her faith publicly, now making their marriage all but inevitable.  That day, from behind a fence, Naomi spied on them as they came outside.Anke now possessed the drained and defeated demeanor of the broken filly.—–One afternoon, Naomi went to town carrying a bag over her shoulder.  She often went to retrieve items her family could not obtain anywhere else but the local department store, a good ten miles away.  Although it was considered somewhat unseemly for a young woman to do this alone, her parents raised no strenuous objection as Naomi proved herself to be responsible in these matters.  Truth be told, her Daed appreciated her newly subdued manner these days and agreed without complaint.Jacob met her on the road outside her family’s farm.

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