Saturday. Field behind Stoltzfus farm. 200 teens (16-22). Half in Amish clothing. Half in jeans (changed in English friend's car). Music from pickup (country, then rap, then country again). Beer in red cups (like in movies — Amish watched those too. In Rumspringa).
Samuel stood by the fence. First party. Loud. Strange. Girl in jeans offered beer. He tried. Bitter. Didn't like it. Drank. Another. Easier. Another. Fun.
By midnight: 30 dancing. 50 sitting on hoods. 20 kissing. 100 left earlier (church tomorrow). Police came at 1 AM (noise). Everyone scattered. By buggy, by car, on foot through corn.
Sunday morning. Samuel in church. Head hurts. Hymns are loud. Mom looks at him strangely (does she know? or imagining?). Sermon about the prodigal son. Samuel thinks: is that about me? No. Not yet. Maybe never.