“Guten Morgen.” The shopkeeper eyed Jules and her offspring with suspicion.
“Don’t stare!” Jules whispered the command to Meg and Austin.
“He’s staring at us,” Meg whined loudly.
Jules reddened. Meg was right, and ignoring the awkwardness of the situation wouldn’t make things any better.
“I’m not wearing those!” Austin announced, eyeing the long underwear hanging on racks above his head.
“I’ll be making your clothes, Silly.” Jules pointed at bolts of fabric along the wall. “A blue shirt to bring out your eyes, and a green dress for Meg. You can’t wear skinny jeans and plaid in Amish country.”