An Amish Match. Jo Brown Ann

picked up the used plates. After setting them on top of others stacked on the counter, she began running water to begin the massive task of washing the dirty dishes that had gathered since the last time he’d helped Deborah with them.

      “Make my oldest act like a human being rather than a grumpy mule,” he replied.

      “Don’t let him—or any of the other kinder—hear you say that. He wouldn’t appreciate it.”