Maybe that was it. Amish teachers were single women. Perhaps he wanted to meet the new unmarried woman in the community. The sooner everyone understood she wasn’t husband-shopping, the happier she would be.
She glanced around the room. Should she meet him by the door? That seemed too eager. Her eyes settled on the large desk at the front of the classroom. She should look as if she was ready for the school year to start. A professional attitude would put off any suggestion that she was interested in meeting single men.
Eva hurried to the desk, pulled out the chair and sat down as the outside door opened. The chair tipped over backward, sending her flailing. Her head hit the wall with a painful thud as she slid to the floor. Stunned, she slowly opened her eyes to see the man leaning over the desk. “I’m fine. I’m okay,” she said, wondering if she spoke the truth.
He had the most beautiful gray eyes she’d ever beheld. They were rimmed with thick, dark lashes in stark contrast to the mop of curly, dark red hair springing out from beneath his straw hat. Tiny sparks of light whirled around him. “You need a haircut.”
Had she said that out loud? She squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn’t see him, but the stars were still floating behind her closed eyelids.
“I’ve been meaning to fix that chair. Just haven’t gotten around to it yet. A haircut is at the bottom of my list of stuff to get done.” His voice was smooth, husky, low and attractive. She kept her eyes shut, hoping he would speak again.
“Are you all right? You can’t be comfortable like that.”
At the hint of amusement in his voice Eva’s eyes popped open. She was lying on her back with her feet still hanging over the front of the chair. “I’m not comfortable. Would you kindly help me up?” Unless she ignobly rolled one way or the other out of the chair, she wasn’t going anywhere. The wooden arms had her boxed in.
He grabbed the back of the chair, dragged her out from behind the desk and sat her upright with one arm as if she weighed nothing at all. She looked at the long scratches the process left on the floor. It wasn’t pristine anymore.
“I’m Willis Gingrich. Local blacksmith.” He squatted beside her and grasped her wrist with one hand while easily holding her chair upright. “Can you tell me your name?” It took her a few seconds to realize he was checking her pulse.
The warmth and strength of his hand on her skin sent a sizzle of awareness along her nerve endings. “I’m Eva Coblentz. I am the new teacher and I’m fine now.” She pulled away from him.
* * *
Willis let go of her arm. Her pulse was strong if a bit fast. She didn’t seem to have suffered any serious damage.
The new teacher was a slender woman wearing a gray dress with a white apron over it. She had eyes the color of green willow leaves in the early spring. They regarded him steadily as if she saw more than his grubby face or his soot-and sweat-stained clothes. Her direct gaze was oddly discomfiting. “I suggest we find you a more stable place to sit, Eva Coblentz. Can you walk?”
“Since I was eight months old. Of course I can walk.”
The color was coming back into her face. Her snippy remark proved her wits weren’t addled even if there was a slight tremor in her voice. She stood, took a deep breath and headed to a nearby bench along the wall, rubbing the side of her head as she walked. “Is this one safe or are there other surprises in store for me?”
She had some spunk. He liked that. “Want me to try it first?” He sat, bounced up and down a couple of times and stood. “Feels okay to me.”
She sank onto the bench with a sigh and pressed one hand to the side of her head. “I have collected quite a goose egg.”
He frowned. “Seriously? I thought your hair would have cushioned the blow.” Amish women her age had hip-length hair folded up inside their kapps.
“I must have turned my head to the side. It’s behind my ear.”
He had been too quick to laugh off her fall as a minor incident. He needed to assess her injury. He held out his hand. “May I?”
She nodded and began pulling out the hairpins that held her heavily starched white kapp in place. Her neatly pinned honey-brown hair remained in a large, tight bun.
He gently felt the area she indicated. She did have a good-size goose egg behind her ear. “Is your vision blurry? Do you feel dizzy?”
“Nee. I feel foolish. Does that mean anything?”
He grinned at her. “Only that you’re human. Sit still. I’ll get some ice to put on that knot. I just live across the road.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary.”
He had spent weeks learning first-aid skills before moving his brothers and sister from Maryland to the far north of Maine where medical help might be long in coming. This was the first chance he’d had to use the knowledge he’d learned from a retired fireman turned potato farmer who lived in the next town.
“Ordinarily, I take a woman at her word, but this time I have to disagree. Sit still. I’ll be back in a few minutes and you will stay right here. Understood?”
“I will stay,” she repeated, closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall. Her color was a little pale. Was she really okay?
Something about her prompt agreement troubled him. He was torn between the need to get the ice and a reluctance to leave her alone.
She opened one eye to peek at him. “I thought you were going to get ice?”
“I’m waiting to see if you plan to obey my orders or if you’ll take off as soon as I’m out of sight.”
Both her eyes opened wide and then narrowed in speculation. “You must have sisters.”
“Just one. She doesn’t like to do as she is told, either.”
“Very well. I promise to stay here until you return.”
“That is exactly what I wanted to hear.”
Willis hurried out the door and down the school steps. His house was only about fifty yards across the way. He barged into his own kitchen, startling his little six-year-old sister Maddie, who was coloring at the kitchen table.
“Willis, you scared us.”
Maddie was the only one in the kitchen. He figured the us referred to her imaginary friend. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“Bubble says that’s okay. She wasn’t really scared. Do you like her picture?” Maddie held up a sheet of white paper.
“It’s a blank page, Maddie.”
His half sister and her two brothers had only been with Willis for a few weeks. He still wasn’t used to sharing a home with them, let alone with Maddie’s imaginary friend who required a place at the table and was always being stepped on or sat on by someone. Had he made a mistake by moving the children so far from everything they had known? He thought living with a family member would be best after losing their parents, but what if he was wrong?
It wouldn’t be the first time. Normally, his mistakes didn’t affect anyone but himself. Now there were others who might be hurt by his failures. The lingering fear that he couldn’t properly care for his siblings often kept him awake at night. He tried to put his trust in the Lord, but he wasn’t good at giving up control.
He grabbed a plastic bag from the box in a drawer beside the propane-powered refrigerator and then pulled the ice tray out of the freezer. He began emptying the cubes into the bag.
“Willis, you hurt Bubble’s feelings. Tell her you like her picture.”
A knock at the door stopped him before he got into another discussion with his sister about the existence of Bubble. He opened the door and saw Craig Johnson, the farmer he had promised the potato digger would be ready for today. The man’s red pickup truck and a black metal trailer were sitting on the road.
“Goot morning, Mr. Johnson. I’m sorry but I’m not quite done with it.”
“I need it now. My farm auction starts at two o’clock and I won’t get any money for a broken digger that’s s
till at your shop. You’re new here and I took a chance on you instead of using a machine shop in Presque Isle. I won’t pay for something that’s not fixed.”
“I understand.” Willis couldn’t afford to lose business if an unsatisfied customer started telling his friends how unreliable the new Amish blacksmith was. He could only put out one fire at a time. He turned to his sister. “Maddie, where are Otto and Harley?”
“I don’t know.” She held her hand to the side of her mouth and whispered into the empty air. She turned back to him and shrugged. “Bubble says she doesn’t know.”
Neither of his brothers were turning out to be much help. He held out the bag of ice. “Take this and a kitchen towel up to the school and give it to the new teacher.”
Maddie’s face brightened. “My teacher is here?”
“Ja, and she got a bump on her head so hurry. I’ll be there soon.”
Maddie got down from the chair, pulled out the one next to hers and helped her invisible friend out of it. “Let’s go meet our teacher.”
She took the towel and ice bag and rushed out the door. Willis led Mr. Johnson to the potato digger he had been working on. “Once I get the bolts in and check that it is level, I will help you load it.”
“Okay, but make it snappy. I don’t have all day.”
Willis watched his sister long enough to make sure Maddie crossed the road safely and went into the school. He would have to see about the new teacher once he was done here. He hoped Maddie wouldn’t tell Eva Coblentz about her imaginary friend or what a poor job her brother was doing at raising her. He prayed his little sister would be too shy to say a single word, but he knew he was going to regret sending her alone.
Copyright © 2020 by Patricia MacDonald
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