The Love Letters (Paperback)Beverly Lewis
Marlena needed time to let things sink in. It was beyond her how all this could possibly work out.
Adding the care of an infant to her daily routine. Fortunately, it would just be until Luella returned home from the hospital and was stronger. No more than a couple weeks, surely.
Marlena Wenger's life takes an unexpected turn on the day she learns she must care for her estranged sister's baby. Spending the summer in Brownstown, Pennsylvania, to assist her Mennonite grandmother, and miles from Marlena's Old Order Amish beau, she feels out of her element in nearly every respect. Yet Marlena determines to do her best and stay focused on her future, even as those hopes become drastically altered.
About the Author
Beverly Lewis, born in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, is the New York Times bestselling author of more than ninety books. Her stories have been published in eleven languages worldwide. A keen interest in her mother's Plain heritage has inspired Beverly to write many Amish-related novels, beginning with The Shunning, which has sold more than one million copies and is an Original Hallmark Channel movie. In 2007, The Brethren was honoured with a Christy Award.
Beverly has been interviewed by both national and international media, including Time magazine, the Associated Press, and the BBC. She lives with her husband, David, in Colorado.
Size140 x 216 mm
Number of Pages352 pp
PublisherBaker Book House
Marlena Wenger was a knot of nerves as she pushed
the iron over her grandmother’s white pillowcase.
She’d dampened it earlier, using a bottle with small holes
drilled into its metal lid to sprinkle the water, and then rolled
up the blouse to evenly distribute the moisture. Once it was
ironed to her satisfaction, Marlena hung it up and reached
for the next rolled item, a floral-print cotton dress.
Even though she dreaded the chore of ironing on this humid
Tuesday, she’d gotten up earlier than usual, prior to the intense
heat of the day. Already, her back ached and her legs had
locked—something her mother warned her against. “You can
stand much longer if ya keep both knees bent,” she could hear
Mamma saying. But it took effort to remember, and there she
stood, stiff-legged, her back arched.
Wishing for a breeze from the nearby open windows, she
wondered why Dawdi Tim had never purchased a freestand-
ing fan for the kitchen, considering the amount of electricity
swirling through the walls of this house. Makes no sense for
Mammi to suffer in such heat.
She let her mind drift back to her hometown of Mifflinburg.
There, some of the older farmhouses had second-floor doors
that opened outside to nothing but air. Nat Zimmerman’s
father once told her that such an exit could be the quick end
of a sleepwalker. Her Dat, however, had explained that the
doors, if propped open, circulated stale air when the upstairs
was too oppressively hot for sleeping. But a doorway with no
place to land? That was nothing short of peculiar.
Marlena thought now of her wonderful beau, as she often
did during wakeful hours.