Mamm leaped to her feet to peer out the kitchen window. A big smile spread over Mamm’s face. “It’s Ernest!” she exclaimed. “He must have come to pay Susanna a special visit tonight. Now isn’t that a great honor?” “Why can’t they act like normal couples and date on Sunday evenings?” Henry grumbled. “Isn’t it about time for that? Now they’ll be out on the porch all evening, and we’ll have to tiptoe out the washroom door.” “Now, Henry,” Mamm chided. “Remember whose side you’re on.” Henry faked a smile and went back to eating his pecan pie. “Susanna,” Mamm continued, “you should go up and change. Ernest must see you at your best.” Truth be told, Mamm had probably arranged this meeting. But Mamm always did what she thought best. “Go!” Mamm waved her hand toward the stair door. “You can finish your pie later.” “We should pray first,” Daett spoke up. “Without finishing the meal, Ralph?” Mamm exclaimed. “We can give thanks for all that is on the table,”
