Chapter 9 - Getting to know them ...

Isabella

“Are you …” My frown deepens and I hesitate to ask. “Are you Amish or something?” I glare at him the moment he bursts out laughing. “It’s not funny!” My cheeks puff up as I cross my arms over my chest.

“I’m sorry.” He tries to swallow his laughter, but I note the amusement in his eyes. “It’s just that nobody has ever thought of us that way. To be honest, I’ve never really paid much attention to what people think of us and our lifestyles.” He shrugs, leaning against the wall. He crosses his arms over his chest and leisurely places one ankle over the other. He looks comfortable. Relaxed.

“I can promise you that we aren’t some kind of cult, and we aren’t Amish. We are just a group of people who prefer to live our lives a certain way. We prefer the fresh air of the forest. We prefer the quiet of it compared to the noise in the city, and most importantly, we like our privacy. We also use all the available technology there is, but we aren’t glued to it like most city people.” He pu