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saw about the place were not happy with their choices and then there were a handful of people in the community who remained unmarried. Levi and she were happy and very much in love; for that, she was grateful.
    A smile flickered across her face. She had found something to be grateful for, just like the bishop said on the Sunday. Days ago she thought she had nothing to be grateful for and now she did.

Chapter 3.
    And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
    Revelation 21:4
     
    Maureen gave Emma a ride to the ‘widows’ meeting.’
    “You’ve baked?” Maureen said as she glanced at the plate of food Emma held in her hand.
    Emma climbed into the buggy. “ Jah , I thought I’d bring something with me.”
    “Well, put it in the back with my lot.”
    She stretched her arm to put the plate in the back seat next to two large plates.
    “I’ve baked a couple of things too,” Maureen said.
    Emma looked across at Maureen and noticed that she looked a little weary. “Are you okay, Maureen?”
    “ Jah , I’m all right. Just a little tired. I started work early this morning.”
    Maureen worked at a restaurant and did the cleaning of a morning and sometimes of an evening. “Not working tonight then, I guess?”
    “ Nee . Three days a week I work in the evenings and six days a week in the mornings. It’s odd hours, but that makes the pay better.”
    Maureen was in her late thirties, which was quite a bit older than Emma was. She was very confident and sure of herself, except when she spoke of her late husband. It was clear to Emma that Maureen missed her husband dreadfully.
    Ten minutes later they arrived at Ettie and Elsa-May’s haus . It was a tiny little haus and it glowed like a beacon, as large dark trees surrounded it.
    “Looks like Silvie’s here already,” Maureen said as she tipped her head toward the other buggy in the drive. “You go on ahead with the food; I’ll just tie up the horse.”
    Emma struggled in with the three plates of food and somehow managed to knock on the door.
    “Come in dear, nice to have you here,” Ettie said.
    Elsa-May came up behind Ettie and greeted Emma.
    “We brought some cookies and things,” Emma said handing Ettie one of the plates.
    “Ahh, denke . We won’t say no to food.” Elsa-May laughed and took the other two plates from her and headed to the kitchen.
    Emma hung around the doorway ‘til Maureen came in and ushered her into the living room where Silvie sat. There was no couch, which might have been more comfortable, just hard wooden chairs.
    The two older widows came into the living room; Elsa-May had knitting in her hands and Ettie had needlework. Elsa-May lifted up the knitting, which was of a soft yellow color. “I’m to be a grossmammi again.” She offered the information to Emma. It was clear that the other ladies already knew.
    “That’s so exciting. How many other grosskinner do you have?”
    “I’ve six others and this will make seven.”
    Although Emma smiled, she tried hard not to think of the fact that she had no kinner to remind her of Levi and she would never have any grosskinner either.
    Ettie leaned slightly forward. “Does that upset you, Emma?”
    “ Nee, I’m happy for Elsa-May.”
    The ladies all looked at her; it was clear they could see straight into her heart.
    Maureen explained. “The group is here so we can tell each other our inner thoughts and feelings. What you tell us will not leave this room.”
    Emma looked at each lady in turn. Each of them had their eyes fixed upon her. She could see they were all filled with love and the bond that united them was loss. “All right then. If I’m totally honest – I’m upset that I don’t have kinner. I thought that I might be having a boppli and then I just found out that I’m not.” Tears ran down Emma’s cheeks. She could feel her mouth