A Picture of Love

by Beth Wiseman

  Dedication

  To Sharon and Linda, you two wild and crazy sisters! Love you both.

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Dedication

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-one

  Twenty-two

  Twenty-three

  Epilogue

  Discussion Questions

  Acknowledgments

  Glossary

  About the Author

  Acclaim for Beth Wiseman

  Other Books by Beth Wiseman

  Copyright

  One

  October

  Montgomery, Indiana

  “I think he’s dead.” Lizzie crinkled her nose as she eased closer to Gus Owens. She bent at the waist and leaned down to within a few inches of his face. Loose strands of gray hair fell from beneath her prayer covering as she shook her head.

  Esther rolled her eyes at her sister and swiped at her own silvery tresses escaping in the cool breeze. “He isn’t dead.”

  “Wishful thinking on mei part.” Lizzie sighed.

  Their grumpy English renter was slumped in a rocking chair on the front porch of his cottage. His gray hair was pulled back in a ponytail, the way he always wore it, and his beard needed grooming. Gus reminded Esther of the Santa Clauses she’d seen in malls, but when the English took their children to sit on Santa’s lap, the man in the red suit was always jolly and smiling. There was nothing jolly about Gus Owens, and he never smiled.

  Gus had rented the cottage for the past ten years, but the only reason he was still there was because of a promise Esther and Lizzie made to their dying mother—that Gus would be allowed to live in the cottage for the rest of his life.

  Lizzie straightened and slapped her hands to her hips. Esther’s younger sister scowled, deepening the lines of time that feathered in every direction on her face. Those same wrinkles stared back at Esther each morning when she looked in the mirror. And that was where their similarities ended. Esther was several inches taller and a bit stouter than Lizzie, whose frame was much more petite. Esther still had all of her own teeth, crooked as they were. Lizzie boasted a set of straight pearly white dentures—when she actually wore them. They were new and she often shifted them back and forth in her mouth, saying they didn’t fit well, despite three trips back to the dentist. He’d said it would just take some time for Lizzie to get used to her new teeth.

  “He’s breathing.” Esther had trekked across the field and past the pond to reach the cottage. Barely visible from the main house, the small home had been on their family’s property for as long as Esther could remember. When she and Lizzie were children and it wasn’t rented out, the cottage had served as their playhouse.

  “You don’t think he got into our cough medicine again, do you?” Lizzie’s nostrils flared as she glared at Gus.

  “Nee, I don’t think so.” Esther pulled her black sweater snug, then cleared her throat. “Maybe if you didn’t put so much rum in the honey mixture, he wouldn’t be drawn to it.” She scratched her face, the soft skin covering cheekbones that used to be much higher than they were now.

  “I use the same amount Mamm used.” Lizzie pulled back one of her small legs and, before Esther could stop her, she kicked Gus in the shin.

  “Lizzie!” Esther loved her sister, but sometimes she acted like a child. “We do not kick people!” Not even Gus.

  When the elderly man still didn’t move, Esther’s chest tightened. She couldn’t rule out the fact that Gus might be drunk. He didn’t make a habit of it, but it had happened before. Not in a long time, though.

  “Maybe we need to get him to a doctor.”

  “Nah. Ain’t nothing wrong with Gus that a good swift kick in the—” Lizzie pulled her leg back again.

  “Stop it!” Esther yelled this time, and Gus opened his eyes just as Lizzie’s foot made contact with his shin again.

  “Woman, are you out of your mind?” Gus slowly lifted himself from the chair. He had recently celebrated his seventy-fourth birthday, making him only two years older than Esther. He looked bigger each year—taller, broader, and rounder. He towered over Esther, but since Lizzie was so tiny she looked like a child standing next to him.

  “We thought you were drunk or something.” Lizzie straightened her prayer covering and backed away from Gus—Grumpy Gus, as they called him.

  “I haven’t drank in years, and you know it.” Gus’s jowls jiggled like small water balloons on either side of his face. “Can’t a fellow just take a nap on his front porch?” He waved a dismissive hand at Lizzie. “Get on back to your house and leave me alone.”

  Esther had been playing referee between Lizzie and Gus since before their mother died four years ago. The man was unpleasant to most everyone, but he and Lizzie butted heads the most. Gus had always treated their mother with respect when she was alive. Maybe because he needed a place to live and their mother didn’t charge him much to rent the cottage. Esther wished Gus didn’t know about the promise they’d made her. He seemed to think he could treat her and Lizzie any way he wanted. Some days he was downright nasty. Other times Esther swore she saw a tiny glimpse of what Gus might have been like at another time—almost kind.

  “We just came to tell you that we have overnight guests coming.” Lizzie’s mouth thinned with displeasure. “So don’t come calling for anything.”

  Gus groaned as he stretched and yawned. “I ain’t got no business at your place.” He grinned before he winked at Lizzie. “I think you just make up excuses to come see me.”

  Esther covered her mouth with her hand, attempting to stifle a giggle. Lizzie was sure to go off on him now.

  Lizzie clenched her fists at her sides, her nostrils flaring. She opened her mouth to say something, but slammed it shut. After staring at her bare feet for a few seconds, she slowly lifted her chin and stretched to appear taller.

  “The Good Lord is punishing me for something.” She shook her head again. “Because not a day goes by that you don’t irritate the daylights out of me.” Spinning on her heels, she marched down the porch steps.

  “You gonna head over to John and Mary’s place now?” Gus had a deep voice, and whether he was angry or not—and he was usually angry—his voice had an air of authority that didn’t fit the man he was. “You gonna go kick them too?”

  John and Mary Lapp had moved to Montgomery for a job opportunity recently and were renting the third house on the property. They were a sweet young couple who had been married for five years. They stayed to themselves a lot, but they waved and were friendly to guests who came to stay at the main house. The same couldn’t be said about Gus. Folks would wave or call out a pleasant greeting if Gus was on the porch and awake. He would wave them off, grumbling as he stood up, then he’d slam the door when he went in the house. It wasn’t the impression Esther and Lizzie wanted for their guests.

  Lizzie didn’t answer as she continued walking back to the main house.

  “Have a gut evening, Gus.” Esther had learned that it was better not to engage Gus in conversation, but she refused to let her manners slip just because he didn’t have any.

  Growling, Gus went inside the house and slammed the door.

  Esther followed the worn path back to the house she and Lizzie had grown up in. A few months ago they’d turned the hundred-year-o
ld home into a bed and breakfast. Business was slow so far, but word was spreading. Some of their patrons were Amish folks visiting friends or relatives. Others were English tourists who said they wanted to “live like the Amish.” Esther hoped the cooler temperatures October brought would also bring more guests. July and August had been unusually hot, and while the English might think they want to live like the Amish, they don’t want to live without air conditioning.

  Esther didn’t see what all the fuss was about with outsiders showing such an interest in the way they lived. But Lizzie insisted Montgomery was slowly bringing in more and more tourists.

  As Esther walked up the porch steps, she wondered if they’d ever have much business. Turning the house into a bed and breakfast hadn’t been about the money. After their mother died, the home sat vacant for almost four years. They paid a caretaker who tended to the house and yard since they hadn’t been able to face selling it. They both thought Gus should do the work, but he insisted he had a bad back that prevented him from strenuous activity. In truth, the man was just lazy. Esther had seen him carry huge armfuls of chopped wood into his house for the fireplace. His back seemed just fine when it suited his own needs.

  But when Esther’s and Lizzie’s husbands died within a few months of each other last year, they sold their houses and moved back into their family home. It was Lizzie’s idea to have the house remodeled to accommodate guests.

  Esther shared her sister’s passion for the project. It provided a reprieve from their grief—and opportunities to play matchmaker. Single Amish visitors from other communities could be introduced to the unattached young people in Montgomery, which was too small to offer many options for courting. Esther and Lizzie had been known to dabble in people’s love lives, but now it was like having a full-time job, a sense of purpose again. If there was a downside, it was Grumpy Gus. He hadn’t been happy when the renovations started, or when the sisters moved back into the house. Esther and Lizzie could have done without Gus on the property too.

  When the caretaker was no longer physically able to tend the yard or house, Esther and Lizzie began looking for help. Naomi Byler applied for the position of housekeeper and cook, and Esther and Lizzie were excited for her to live in the spare room they’d set up for such a person.

  More importantly, Naomi was a young woman nursing a broken heart and had sworn off men. Esther and her sister couldn’t let that continue. Lizzie was as crazy as a rabid coyote and often took things to the extreme, but Esther tolerated her sister’s over-the-top antics. Sometimes young people just needed a little coaxing to find true love.

  The sisters had each lived their own love stories. Esther was married to her beloved Joe Zook for fifty-two years before he passed. Lizzie had shared her life with Rueben Glick for fifty-one years.

  No one should miss out on the blessing of true love. Especially Naomi Byler.

  * * *

  After the dining room table was set for four, Naomi stood back and eyed each place setting. An Amish woman and her son from Ohio were coming to town for a wedding and staying through Sunday, and two Englisch ladies had left a message saying they would like a room for this evening only. The bishop allowed phones for business purposes, but he preferred the devices be installed away from the house. Esther and Lizzie kept their telephone and answering machine in the barn, but it was the only electricity in use on the entire eighty acres.

  Naomi went back to the kitchen just as Esther and Lizzie came into the house. After dropping their shoes by the front door, the women crossed through the living area and met Naomi in the kitchen.

  “Everything is ready,” Naomi said. “The pot roast and vegetables are keeping warm in the oven, along with a loaf of bread. And there is a fresh pitcher of tea on the counter, next to the shoofly pie I made earlier in the day.”

  “Everything looks gut, Naomi. Danki.” Esther folded her hands in front of her. “I suspect our guests will be hungry after their travels, but we’ll give them the option to get unpacked and settled before they eat, or vice versa.”

  Lizzie’s lips were puckered with annoyance, an expression that surfaced any time she’d been around Gus. She walked over to a cabinet, lifted up on her toes, and began to inspect the medications they kept on hand. She pulled out the homemade cough syrup and held it up to the window.

  “Unless one of you developed a cough and chugged a third of this bottle before I got up this morning, Gus has been up to no good.” Her glare ping-ponged between Esther and Naomi, who each shook their heads.

  Esther sighed. “Lizzie, I think we would have heard Gus come into the haus, and he surely doesn’t get moving in the morning until well after sunrise. Someone is usually up here by five o’clock. He’s not nipping on the cough syrup.”

  “If you say so.” Lizzie put the bottle back in the cabinet and turned to lean against the counter. She wiggled her teeth back and forth in her mouth a few times, eventually spitting them out in her hand. “Stupid teeth.”

  Naomi stifled a grin. Esther was always calm, predictable, and polite. Lizzie was the complete opposite. Naomi had known the women all her life, and she loved them both. They’d been like family since her parents died five years ago. Esther and Lizzie had been married to wonderful men who had also embraced Naomi like a daughter or granddaughter until their deaths. Maybe they had endeared themselves to Naomi because neither couple had been able to have children of their own. The offer to work at the inn and live with Esther and Lizzie couldn’t have come at a better time. Naomi’s fiancé had suddenly broken off their engagement and left town four months ago.

  “Lizzie, please keep your teeth in your mouth when our guests arrive.” Esther frowned as she reached for jars of chow-chow and jam from the refrigerator, which reminded Naomi that she needed to check how much propane was left in the tank. “And keep your tongue in check.”

  “I know, I know.” Lizzie tapped her bare foot as she spoke with a lisp. “No telling inappropriate stories. No making fun of what the two Englisch women might be wearing. No sarcasm when they ask about our way of life. No telling them to mind their own business. And no asking the Amish woman and her sohn if they like their bishop, then sharing all the reasons why I don’t like our bishop.” She folded her arms across her chest. “Did I miss anything?”

  Esther smiled at her sister as she headed to the dining room with the jams. “Nee, I believe you’ve got it.”

  Naomi turned away from Lizzie and smiled to herself as she recalled how all the things Lizzie listed had happened at some point over the past few months. Each time Esther reprimanded Lizzie for her behavior, she promised to do better next time. Naomi knew Lizzie didn’t mean to lie, but those promises were usually forgotten.

  Naomi could tell Lizzie made Esther nervous, but Naomi found the younger of the sisters to be a welcome distraction from the sadness that had wrapped around her. And to Lizzie’s credit, she’d been kind and caring to a lot of their guests, especially those who had recently lost a loved one. It was as if God placed the words in Lizzie’s mind, told her exactly what to say to help someone who was grieving. Esther had once mentioned that it was worth the trade-off. If Lizzie helped one person for every person she’d angered, how could Esther forbid her to interact with their guests? Naomi wished God would give Lizzie His wisdom regarding her own situation—that He’d tell Lizzie, or someone, how Naomi would ever recover from her breakup with Thomas.

  They heard a car pull into the driveway, and Esther made her way to the window. “It’s Anna Mae Lantz and her son, Amos. They’re here for Suzanne and Isaiah’s wedding on Thursday.”

  Lizzie shuffled to the window and pressed her nose to the glass. “We don’t know them, do we?”

  “Nee. Distant cousins of Isaiah’s, I think. Anna Mae told me on the phone that they’d be hiring a driver to pick them up from the bus station. They’re planning to stay through the weekend.”

  Lizzie gasped before hurriedly placing her teeth back in her mouth. “Her sohn is a grown man. Look how hand
some he is.” She nudged Esther, then looked over her shoulder and smiled at Naomi.

  Oh no. Naomi had no interest in a romantic relationship. She’d never love anyone the way she loved Thomas, but that didn’t stop Esther and Lizzie from constantly trying to play matchmaker for her. Lizzie had even told Naomi she was practically an old maid at twenty-five. Their people married young, sometimes as young as seventeen or eighteen, but Naomi didn’t think she should be labeled an old maid just yet. Maybe in a few years she would have to accept the title since she had no plans to marry anyone else. Unless it was Thomas, returning home to tell her he’d just had cold feet and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Naomi was losing hope that was going to happen. But what haunted her most was that she didn’t understand why he’d left her.

  Lizzie and Esther were both widows, and it was unfortunate that neither woman had been able to have a child. They’d already told Naomi they were bequeathing their property to her and that they considered her their granddaughter.

  Naomi was honored, humbled, and incredibly grateful. Otherwise, as a single orphan, she wasn’t sure how she would continue to support herself. The little bit of money her parents had left after the accident was long gone. That small chunk of cash and funds from the sale of their family home had been spent paying creditors Naomi hadn’t even known about. Financially and emotionally, Esther and Lizzie’s timing with a job couldn’t have been more perfect. She’d only had to stay with her cousin for a week before Esther extended the offer. Her cousin had eight children in three bedrooms, so it was already a tight squeeze without Naomi, and she didn’t know the family well. They lived in Orleans, a town too far to travel to by buggy.

  Someday Naomi would be an old spinster running The Peony Inn. She would never change the name in honor of Lizzie and Esther. The sisters had chosen the name because the peony is the state flower of Indiana, and it was also their mother’s favorite.

  At least they had their memories of long, happy marriages to reflect on. And they’d been blessed to have their mother until she passed a few years ago at ninety-four. Naomi wondered what she would have to reflect on when she was their age.