Mrs. Yoder stared pointedly at Patience's head, with a frown.  Her husband did the same, though his expression was more bemused.  Patience reached up and felt around and then her cheeks turned crimson.  In her made dash to leave, she had left her bonnet behind.  Besides that, she was sure her hair was a mess.  Mrs. Yoder sighed and took the headscarf off of her smallest daughter and handed it to Patience, who gratefully covered her head with it.<br/><br/>Patience looked across the table at one of the outsiders.  Unlike the other members of the Brotherhood, she had never ventured out into the community to sell or buy.  She had rarely seen anyone who was not part of her community.  The stranger wore a shirt which did nothing to hide her feminine form, and wore her faded blond hair uncovered.  Patience felt bad for her, because she must be cold.  Even she was cold, without her coat, and she was properly dressed.  It never would have done to go downstairs for her coat.  Temperance would have caught her for sure.<br/><br/>She decided that she had come to far, and do to much wickedness already, to simply sit and stare.  She realized that she was staring.  She stuck out a tentative hand.  "I am Patience.  Welcome to our community."  Truth be told, it was the first time in months she had eaten in the community hall.  Temperance had taken to bringing her supper to her, or force her to cook over the wood stove in the kitchen.  Some of the Brotherhood had old cars, and the community even had a few cell phones, but not Temperance.  She was too old fashioned.