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you take them out?” Suzanne asked.
     
    Mom’s forehead wrinkled. “You take the men’s lunch out to them nearly every day, so why not now?”
     
    “I feel funny around Titus. I don’t think he likes me.”
     
    “For goodness’ sake, Suzanne, he hasn’t had a chance to get to know you, so why would you think he doesn’t like you?”
     
    “When he was here yesterday he looked at me in disgust, and then after that he would hardly look at me at all. Esther said it was probably because I had a dirt smudge on my nose, but I think it may have been something more.”
     
    “He’s probably shy. Give him a chance to get to know you before making assumptions.” Mom handed Suzanne the lunch basket. “Now would you please take the men’s lunch out to them?”
     
    “Are you sure you won’t do it?”
     
    Mom shook her head. “I need to get some baking done, but if you’d rather do the baking, then I’d be happy to take the sandwiches out to the woodshop.”
     
    “No way! If I did the baking, nobody would speak to me for the rest of the week because I’m sure I’d ruin whatever I tried to make.”
     
    “If you spent more time in the kitchen, you might have learned how to bake by now.”
     
    Suzanne didn’t say anything in her own defense. She’d had this discussion with Mom before, and apparently Mom didn’t realize just how impatient she could be when it came to working in her kitchen. Suzanne figured making excuses to stay out of the kitchen was easier than telling Mom the truth.
     
    “I made enough sandwiches so Titus can have one, too,” Mom said. “Unless he went shopping last night, he may not have brought any lunch with him this morning, because I’m sure there was no food in that old trailer.”
     
    Suzanne wrinkled her nose. “If there had been, it surely would have been spoiled by now.” Lunch basket in one hand, and a jug of lemonade in the other, she turned and hurried out the door.
     
    When Suzanne entered the shop, she found Titus and Nelson sanding some cabinet doors while Grandpa sat at his desk writing something in the ledger.
     
    “I brought your lunch,” Suzanne said, placing the wicker basket and lemonade on the desk beside him.
     
    “Danki.”
Grandpa smiled up at her. “Did you bring enough for Titus, too?”
     
    “Jah.” She cast a quick glance in Titus’s direction.
     
    “I appreciate that,” Titus said, without looking at her. “I haven’t had a chance to buy groceries yet, so I didn’t bring a lunch with me today.”
     
    Suzanne frowned.
He still won’t look at me. I wonder why?
     
    “No need for you to ever bring your lunch to work,” Grandpa said. “I’m sure my daughter will be happy to provide your noon meals.” He motioned to Suzanne and smiled. “And my helpful granddaughter will bring it out to us whenever she’s home.”
     
    “What’d you bring today?” Nelson asked, moving across the room toward Suzanne.
     
    “Ham sandwiches, lemonade, and some peanut butter cookies,” she replied.
     
    “Did you make the cookies, or did Mom?”
     
    “Mom did.”
     
    Nelson’s only response was a quick nod.
     
    Suzanne was relieved that neither he nor Grandpa had said anything about her lack of cooking skills. It would be embarrassing to have that announced in front of someone she barely knew.
     
    While the men ate their lunch, Suzanne looked at the set of cabinets Titus and Nelson had been working on. Her fingers ached to pick up a hammer and begin a project of her own. She knew that wouldn’t be appreciated, though—especially by Nelson. He’d probably ask her to leave.
     
    In no hurry to return to the house, Suzanne grabbed a broom and started sweeping up the pile of sawdust on the floor. While she swept, she listened to the men’s conversation, occasionally peeking at Titus. It didn’t take her long to learn that he had a twin brother named Timothy, who’d been married to Hannah almost two years, and that they had a one-year-old