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As the memory of the traumatic labor and delivery that made her a mother fades, life around Rebekah and Joseph's Gasthof Village homestead returns to a shade of normal that is better than she could have ever imagined. That is, until her father, Samuel, takes sick yet again. As they are preparinAmisg for a life without Samuel, a summer storm brings tragedy to their homestead and Rebekah is left distraught over which man in her life is on his deathbed . . . her father, her husband, or both?
Book 2 of Rebekah's KeepsakesAn impending wedding. A sudden sickness. A Rumspringa gone wrong. As Rebekah and Joseph's wedding draws closer, their happiness starts to collapse. Can they bring order back to their gentle world before they say I do? As Rebekah and Joseph's wedding day draws nearer, her only worry is how she will sew her wedding dress until things take a drastic turn. First, a sickness threatens the Stoll family, then her saucy nemesis, Katie Knepp, goes missing during her Rumspringa. Rebekah is haunted by the worry that Katie's disappearance is a desperate effort to sway Joseph's affections her way before he can marry Rebekah. Still, Rebekah agrees to journey with Joseph and her brother, Peter, from Gasthof Village, Indiana to New York City in an attempt to locate Katie and hopefully bring her home. However, as Rebekah already knows, whenever the Englischer world is involved, nothing is plain and simple.
A sweet and gentle love blossoms between Rebekah Stoll and her childhood friend Joseph Graber, despite attempts by her saucy nemesis, Katie Knepp, to sway the young man's affections her way. When Joseph hints at the promise of forever, Rebekah is positive she should say yes to his proposal - until a mysterious English stranger shows up at her homestead and sets everything she thought she knew about her world on end.
"Listen, Marilyn, you ain't no more to me than any other chick. I'll get you the stuff if you got any bread to pay me with.""Give me one shot on credit, for old time's sake.""Like I told you before, I'm telling you again. Plenty of fellows I know would go for a girl like you." He chuckled. "I know how to get in touch with them for ten percent of everything you make.""Can you get somebody for me right now, so I can have my shot?"
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