George and Amelia sat down to a nutritious breakfast of blueberry oatmeal. George loved blueberry oatmeal, but this morning, he didn’t have much appetite.
“What’s the matter, George?” Amelia asked.
“Your mother has been texting me photos of Porsches,” he said. “She and the salesman’s mother go to the same aqua-fit class at the gym. We can’t afford a Porsche, Amelia!”
“Oh, that’s Olga. If you’re very nice to Olga, she can convince her son to give you 5% off,” Amelia said. “Olga is also very good at crochet, and she makes delicious pirogies.”
“This is what we can afford,” George said, and he showed his wife a picture of a minivan. It was sensible. I had room to seat Amelia’s mother if she needed a ride to the doctor, and it was within their budget.
Amelia made a face. “Can’t we find something cuter, George? It doesn’t have to be a Porsche. But maybe something… pink?”
George nearly choked on his oatmeal, then saw Amelia’s joking smile.
“Anything but pink!” he said. But he laughed at her joke, all the same.
She was joking, wasn’t she?
“Amelia, are you all right?” George asked.
Amelia kept her eyes shut, her feet resting on the book. She felt rather light headed. She believed she was having a panic attack.
“I always feel this way when a book I’ve worked on is finally released,” Amelia said. “It’s out there now! There’s nothing else I can do. There’s nothing else I can improve. I’ve done all I can.”
“Are you worried about sales, Amelia?” George asked.
“A little,” she admitted.
“Is Patricia worried about sales?” George asked.
“Oh, Patricia is a sweet lamb, but she’s not practical in the least! She only thinks about the story, and the characters, and how she wishes she could visit that Amish B&B herself. Right now, I think she’s off knitting bookmarks somewhere! And we love her. We do. She’s our creative mind, George. But she isn’t practical.”
“I think it will sell, Amelia,” George said.
“What makes you think so?” Amelia opened one eye.
“Because I already ordered it,” George said. “I had to see what happened.”
Amelia sat up. Suddenly she felt much better.
The movie was a rather intense one with lots of action and danger, but it was George’s turn to choose, and this was what he chose.
“Is he going to die?” Amelia asked. “I need to know how invested to be in this character.”
“I don’t know,” George said. “And don’t you Google it, either!”
Amelia cuddled closer to George, and George felt a little stronger being Amelia’s comfort.
“I don’t think a person could survive that,” she said. “That’s a four story fall! And he just rolled over and grunted, and got up. In real life, he’d be carted off on a stretcher!”
George patted her leg. It was a very important part of the movie.
The movie went on, and George enjoyed it thoroughly. When they gathered up their blanket to head to bed, Amelia said, “George, I’m glad you aren’t a secret agent. I’m glad you work in finance and you come home every night. I’m glad no one shoots at you or crashes through our windows.”
George had to agree. He’d rather spend a cozy evening with his wife than battle secret agents, any day! Although, there was a very small part of him that thought he’d be good at it.
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And if you haven’t picked up A BOY’S AMISH CHRISTMAS yet, it would help Amelia’s anxiety if you did. 🙂
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