It was late, but Susanna Hochstetler was nowhere near ready for sleep. She stood at her bedroom window and peered down into the darkness, searching the yard and her family's stretch of farmland for any sign of movement.
"He could'da called on my brothers and me. Me own dat's fields are near done, we'da been happy to help."
"Ach, you know Dat. He wouldn't ask for a hand if he were drownin'. And besides, I thought... I thought...."
"You thought what?"
Susanna rubbed her bare foot in the grass, shifting her eyes. "I thought you'd be at the singin' with someone else."
"Ruthie Esh," Susanna said quietly, and shot a look up at Jacob when he started laughing. "Shh!" She shushed him, glancing up at the dark house behind them.
"Sorry," he apologized, still chuckling. "Firstly, Susanna, I don't go to singin's - I'm too old. I made special the trip last night to see you. And secondly, I've no affection for Ruthie Esh. I don't care much for girls with such luftich ways -- I seen her in town one night on her rumspringa, lookin' ferroontzled, and half nockich to boot! Nah. Besides, there's already a girl I'm fond of."
Susanna drew a quick breath, and Jacob smiled. He reached out to stroke her cheek, "And she's the pertiest girl in Simmersburg."
He grinned, and Susanna's heart went pitter-pat. "So next singin', you'll want a ride home with me?"
"I surely will."
"Susanna?" He asked, his eyes barely open and his voice rough with sleep. "What're you doin', child?"
"A walk, at this time of night? You weren't out seein' that Henner Bieler, were you?"
Surprise colored her face, "No, Dat. I wasn't seein' Henner. I couldn't sleep, it's so terrible warm, and I wanted to get some breeze."
Her father studied her for a moment, before nodding his head. "You best get up to bed now, then."
"Yes, Dat. Gut nacht."
Susanna hurried up the stairs, making it to her bedroom before letting out a deep breath.
'He'll catch you eventually, silly girl' she thought to herself as she climbed into bed a short while later, 'But at least it wasn't tonight.'