Miriam's Heart. Emma Miller

tomorrow and make everything right for everyone.”

      Her mother nodded. “You’re sensible, Miriam. And you have a good heart.”

      “What do you need me to do, Mam?”

      “For now? Pray. Think on this and look into your heart. If what Rebecca says is true, we may have to open our home to your grandmother. If we do, it must be all of us, with no hanging back. We have to do this together.”

      “All right,” Miriam promised. Thoughts of Charley and the uncomfortable moment with him faded to the back of her mind. Her family—her mother—needed her. “But what shall we do right now?” she asked.

      “Drive the horse to the orchard,” Mam said with a smile. “We’ll need those apples all the more with the wedding coming. We’ve got a lot of applesauce to make.”

      “Grossmama hates cinnamon in her applesauce.”

      “Does she?” Mam’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “And I was just thinking we should stop at Byler’s store to buy extra.”