The other week I was running, and I passed two middle-aged women who were walking and talking. As I passed, the one said something like, "...if you were going to run away, why would you run away with an Amish boy?"
139 days.
A log of the days and times of Byran Smucker: a happily-married, left-handed, tenor-singing, fair-thinking, Jesus-believing, familyandfriendsandchurchandfootballandbasketball-loving, graduate student in Statistics and Operations Research at Penn State, who’s a Mennonite to boot.
3 Comments:
Maybe you should've given her Amy's number so she could find out the answer to her question. :P Best wishes to you both. (I don't know either of you, but I think I've seen both of you, and I read your blog sometimes.)
That's the sort of scene you could build an entire novel around. Or at least a chapter.
Dorcas, go ahead.
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