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    Silvie held up the blue dress that she would wear to begin her new life.
    “I’ve lost a needle on the floor. It fell down here somewhere."
    As Emma fussed over finding the missing needle, mumbling and lifting then lowering the sewing bag, the fabric, and various other items about the floor, Sabrina walked straight to it. "Looking for this?" She held it up like a prize before returning it to its rightful owner. "Please don't get blood on my sister's dress, Emma. It will add a morbid theme to the proceedings." Under her breath, Sabrina added, "And it may turn out to be morbid enough."
    Silvie clenched her jaw, having heard Sabrina's spiteful remark clearly enough. "Just sit, and sew, won't you?"
    "Whatever do you mean, Sabrina?" Emma frowned innocently at Silvie, then Sabrina. "What could make a wedding morbid? Weddings are such happy occasions."
    "Oh..." Sabrina drawled, with her hand on her hip.
    Silvie glared, silently daring Sabrina to say anything derogatory about Bailey.
    "Morbid because..." Sabrina bit her lip. "Well, weddings are such a bore."
    "What?" Emma sat back in the chair. "What woman doesn't love a wedding?" She frowned again and adjusted her prayer kapp . "I never heard of such a thing."
    Sabrina looked at Silvie. Silvie knew that Sabrina loved weddings and that her comment was another excuse to express her doubts about Bailey being a good match for her. Silvie did not doubt her love for Bailey, but had begun to wonder whether he had changed his mind about her.
    "But...but it's a declaration to Gott about a couple's intension to love each until they go home to be with the Lord," Emma reasoned aloud, not looking at either of them. "It's..."
    "Of course it is." Sabrina raised her hand to silence Emma. "Perhaps, what I meant to say. Perhaps… it's not weddings as such; it’s more about who gets wed that I have a problem with, in general, of course."
    Silvie watched Emma raise her eyebrows at Sabrina’s outburst. Silvie knew that Emma had got Sabrina’s point of her slur against Bailey.
    Silvie loved Emma for being able to exercise polite restraint. Emma could have easily taken Sabrina to task over her wicked comments, but she kept the peace.
    "Perhaps, Sabrina, when a good man asks you to marry, you'll think differently. And when you truly love a man, so much you'd defend him with your life, you and I can sit as equals and discuss this again." Silvie smiled kindly and held up one of the dresses on which Sabrina had been working. "For now, this has to be finished today, time’s running out."
    " Denke for pointing that out for me, dear sister." Sabrina scowled, snatched the dress out of Silvie's hands, and slumped into the chair next to her to continue where she'd left off. "Whatever will I do when you're a busy fraa and have no time to guide your little schweschder ?"
    After an awkward silence, Emma diverted the conversation. "It’s such a pretty shade of blue you’ve chosen, Silvie. It’s the same shade as your eyes, yours too, Sabrina.”
    Sabrina forced a smile, but kept her head down as she executed some small stitches.
    "You'll love being married, just as I do," Emma said to Silvie.
    “ Ach , but you were both married before. Did you forget?” Sabrina said with a snigger.
    “Sabrina, that’s a hurtful thing to say,” Silvie said wishing her schweschder would hold her tongue instead of saying the first thing that came into her head.
    “ Jah , Sabrina, sometimes my head forgets, but never my heart,” Emma said with a kindly smile.
    Sabrina carried her point further, by saying, "Silvie already knows how it feels to be a fraa, don't you schweschder ?"
    "Of course I do." Silvie tried not to show Sabrina that she was flustered by her words. She was not ashamed of being a widow. "A marriage is made up of two personalities, so this marriage will be different than my first."
    " Jah. I imagine it will," Sabrina mumbled. “You know, the Englisch don’t have the same commitment toward marriage