by Marta Perry
Matthew, his bucket full, carried it carefully to the cooler. “It’s a surprise.” He grinned as he passed, the expression so like the boy he’d been before Ruth took them away that it nearly brought tears to Daniel’s eyes. “It’s going to be outside, so folks can sit at the picnic tables, and Teacher Leah’s brother came today to help.”
“Ja? Levi came?” This natural conversation was so much better than the long weeks when every word from Matthew was strained and stilted.
“Joseph. The one that has the farm machine shop.” His bucket empty, he came back. He paused, his eyes lighting up. “He helped us make a platform, and we used pulleys to put up real curtains that pull apart. He let me help with that, too, and showed me how the pulleys work.”
Daniel swallowed his concerns about Matthew’s fascination with all things mechanical. Nothing wrong with that, but he feared that interest would lead him past the things that were approved for Amish life and further, into things of the outside world.
He had taken too long to respond, and Matthew would be thinking that he disapproved. “It’s gut of him to show you that. Useful, it will be, when we start bringing the hay in.” He nodded toward the large pulleys, high above them, that would help with that work.
“Ja.” Matthew studied them. “Maybe—”
But the door slid open then, and Jonah ran in, distracting Matthew from whatever idea he had.
“I finished my chores, Daadi. Can I help with the milking? I’m big enough.”
Matthew suppressed a laugh.
“Well, let’s see.” Daniel took Jonah’s small hands in his. “Maybe these hands are big enough to get some milk out. What do you think, Matthew?”
“Enough for the cat, maybe,” Matthew said, beginning to clean up.
“I can fill a bucket,” Jonah declared. “I can.”
“Ah, but Daisy doesn’t have a bucket left in her, I’m afraid. Here, you can help me get the last bit.”
Guiding the boy’s hands as they finished, he felt a sense of satisfaction move through him again. This was what he’d been missing. What the children had missed, too. Now that they were together again, everything would be well.
The contentment stayed with him as they started back toward the house. Sunlight slanted across the fields, and the boys romped ahead, playing tag. It had been right, moving to the valley. The children were happier. He had a gut farm. Next year they’d add to their dairy herd, and they’d make a fine living here.
But for now, he’d do well to think about what he was going to fix for supper. He’d never been much of a cook, but a man without a wife had to learn.
That reminded him of the conversation with Leah on Saturday at the barn raising. Strange, that they’d been so open with each other, but maybe it was good, too. They’d be easier with each other now.
“Daadi, Teacher Leah is coming!” Jonah cried, and set off at a run.
He looked toward the Beiler farm, shielding his eyes against the setting sun with his hand. Sure enough, Leah Beiler came toward them across the field, a basket on her arm.
He went quickly to the outside pump, folding back his sleeves. By the time she drew near, he’d done a quick washup.
“Teacher Leah. This is a nice surprise.”
“It’s even nicer than you know,” she said, smiling. She lifted the towel that covered the basket’s contents. “Mamm was making chicken potpie today for the family, and she made extra for you.”
“It smells wonderful gut,” he said, speaking no more than the truth. “It’s kind of her to think of us.” He lifted an eyebrow and said softly, “Matchmaking?”
“Probably.” Leah’s smile lit her eyes. “I’ve decided to ignore it.”
“That’s gut.” It was better between them, now that they had this matchmaking business out in the open already. “I—”
A crash and a cry from the house cut off his words.
“Elizabeth!” He spun and ran toward the kitchen, vaguely aware of Leah following him, of the quick murmur of prayer from her. Elizabeth—
His heart twisted, and he bolted through the mudroom and into the kitchen.
“Was ist letz? What happened?”
Elizabeth had stumbled back against the table, her face white. She held her right hand outstretched, gripping the wrist with her left hand. Then he saw the skillet, tipped from the stove, sausage spilling onto the floor.
“She’s burned.” He lifted her in his arms, his mind racing. “The doctor—”
“Here.” Leah brushed past him, shoving the basket onto the countertop and turning on the water full force in the sink. She grabbed a bowl and shoved it under the spigot. “Bring her here. We want to get the hand cooled off as quick as we can.”
Leah had such an air of calm command that it didn’t occur to him to argue. He carried his sobbing child to the sink, and Leah grasped the reddened hand and thrust it into the water.
“There, now, there.” She held it firmly, in spite of Elizabeth’s instinctive withdrawal. “Just leave it there, Elizabeth. The water will make it feel better. I promise it will.”
“Maybe some butter,” he said, with distant memories of his mother’s remedies.
“That just seals in the heat. We need to get the heat out, and then it will stop hurting so.”
Sure enough, Elizabeth’s sobs lessened, and she leaned her head against his shoulder. The two boys pressed close, their eyes round, and Jonah’s lower lip trembled.
Leah glanced at them. “Elizabeth is going to be fine,” she said, still in that calm manner that he realized was her teacher attitude. “Matthew, do you think you can bring me some ice from the refrigerator?”
“Ja, Teacher Leah.” Matthew hurried across the kitchen.
Jonah tugged at her skirt. “I want to help Elizabeth, too.”
“Fine. You can get me some dish towels. Do you know where they are?”
Jonah nodded, scurrying to pull out the drawer that held dish towels, spilling several on the floor in his haste.
“Should I hitch up the buggy?” Daniel asked in a quiet undertone.
Leah turned the small hand, still in the water, studying it carefully. “I don’t think so. I don’t see any signs of blistering. Let’s just keep cooling it down.”
Matthew returned with the ice cubes, and she directed him to drop them into the bowl, giving him a quick smile of approval. Elizabeth whimpered a little, the sound tearing at Daniel’s heart. Leah turned to her, patting her cheek.
“You’re tired of leaning over to keep your hand in the water, I know,” she said. “But it’s making you better. I see you were cooking sausage.”
“I was making supper for Daadi and the boys,” she said. Her voice trembled. “But it’s all spoiled.”
“Elizabeth, I told you I would fix supper after the milking.” He didn’t want to scold her, but she shouldn’t have attempted to manage that on her own.
“Well, the dog will have a fine meal instead. He’ll be wanting to come inside,” Leah said. “Luckily my mamm made a lot of extra chicken potpie today, so your daadi and the boys won’t go hungry. Do you like chicken potpie?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Elizabeth nodded.
“Maybe you can come over one day when she’s making it and help her,” Leah said. “Now, let’s get you a little more comfortable.”
She eased the hand out of the water. Elizabeth caught her breath when the air hit the burn, but Leah was there instantly with a cold compress, wrapping it gently.
“You can sit on Daadi’s lap at the table.” Leah deftly transferred the bowl of ice water and the extra towel to the table. “I’ll clean up the sausage.”
“You sit,” Daniel said, urging her toward the chair. “I’ll do better cleaning up, I think.”
She didn’t dispute it but sat down, taking Elizabeth on her lap, guarding her hand from any contact. His daughter leaned against her trustingly.
He turned away, bending to pick up the pan and sausages, glad to hide his face for a moment. His fear had sub
sided, but its remnants lingered, tight in his stomach, stinging his eyes. He hadn’t been here, and Elizabeth had been hurt.
He dumped the pan and its contents into the sink. Matthew began picking out the sausage, putting it into the pail of scraps for the dog.
Daniel glanced toward the table. Elizabeth, calm now, leaned against Leah’s shoulder, her gaze intent on Leah’s face as Leah told her a story. Jonah leaned against her knee to listen as well.
His heart clenched. He’d admitted his children needed a mother. He was looking at the woman who would be perfect—for them and for him, if not for that dangerous link she kept to the outside world.
It had been natural enough to stay for supper with Daniel and the children, Leah told herself as she dried the last dish. She glanced out the window. The boys were practicing baseball in the backyard while Elizabeth watched from the porch, seeming to enjoy her invalid status at the moment.
Natural enough to stay, she repeated to herself, but now it was time to go home, before she gave folks even more to talk about than they had already. She was hanging the towel on the rack when Daniel came in the back door.
“Leah, you did not need to wash the dishes. I said that I would do them later.”
He bent to stow the pail he carried under the sink. His hair was thick, growing vigorously from the whorl on the top of his head, and the brown had lightened where the sun hit it.
“It made no trouble,” she said. She’d best be going home, if she was noticing things like that about her neighbor. “I’m just happy that Elizabeth is all right.”
He straightened. “You don’t think I need to have a doctor look at it?”
“Well, I’m not a doctor, for sure. But my brothers managed to hurt themselves on a regular basis, and Anna wasn’t far behind, so I’ve seen my share of burns. I think it will be fine, as long as you keep it clean and put the burn ointment on it often.”
“That much I can do.” His voice roughened. “Even if I did let her get hurt.”
Her heart twisted, but she kept her voice firm, even tart. “That’s nonsense, Daniel, and you know it. Children hurt themselves.”
“Not like that.” His face tightened with pain. “You told me that she was trying too hard to be perfect, and I didn’t listen to you. And this is the result.”
“I certainly wasn’t imagining anything like this. I just thought that it worried her too much when she didn’t do things perfectly.”
“She shouldn’t have tried to fix supper.” He glared at the gas stove, as if it were to blame. “I should have come in from the barn more quickly or taken her out with me and the boys.”
“It’s natural to blame yourself when a child in your care is injured.” She knew that well enough as a teacher. “But you couldn’t have predicted that would happen. As for her attempts to be perfect—” She hesitated, but it had to be said. “Have you thought that maybe she is trying to take her mother’s place?”
He stared at her, eyes wide and appalled. “No.” He tried to push the thought away with his hands. “No. I never wanted, never expected—” He stopped, seeming to catch his breath. “I’ve never wanted Elizabeth to do more than the chores that would be normal for a child her age.”
“I’m sure that’s true. I didn’t mean that it was coming from you. But often a girl models herself on her mother, and she may be sensing the lack—”
She stopped, because he was shaking his head. Because he disagreed with her? Or because he feared what she said was true?
“Have you talked to her much about her mother?” she asked gently.
Anger flared in his eyes at that. “No. Do you think I wanted to remind them of that time when we were apart? I want them to forget that. To forget that they ever lived in the English world.”
“They can’t forget their mother.” Didn’t he see how wrong that would be?
His face twisted. “How do I separate it? How do I divide what I feel about what Ruth did—” He stopped. Shook his head. “You don’t understand. She took my children away. For two years I didn’t see them. I didn’t know where they were. I didn’t even know if they were alive or dead.”
His voice broke. Hurting for him, she put her hand on his arm, feeling the muscles so tight it seemed they’d never release.
“I’m sorry. That’s the worst thing I can imagine.”
To be without your children was dreadful enough. Not to even know if they were alive—the utter desolation of it swept her soul.
“Ja.” He took a strangled breath. “I didn’t go to the law. That’s not the Amish way. But now I wonder if I did right. Ruth—” He shook his head. “When she said she’d marry me, I was the luck iest man in the world, I thought. She was so bright, so lively, so happy that she made everyone else smile, just to be near her. Half the Amish boys in the county wanted to marry her, but she picked me.”
Did he even realize he was telling her this? Or was he just talking out of a soul-deep need to say it out loud to someone? It didn’t matter. If all she could do was listen, she’d listen.
“Something went wrong,” she said softly.
“Ja.” His voice was rough. “When the babies were born, she seemed so happy, but afterward—she couldn’t settle down to being a wife and mother. She always wanted more. Not more things, you understand. Just—” He shrugged, as if he couldn’t find the words for it. “She was restless, always. As if looking for something and not knowing what it was.”
He stopped. Blaming himself for that, the way he’d blamed himself for Elizabeth’s accident?
“She started working at a quilt shop that her cousin ran. Lots of English shopped there, some of them taking lessons in quilting. She started wanting to be like them—to wear pretty clothes, have everyone looking at her the way they did when she was a girl.” He spread his hands. “I tried to understand, tried to pay more attention to her, tried to make her happy. What did she want?” He sounded baffled.
She hurt for him, sympathized with him. But somewhere in her heart, she had sympathy for Ruth as well. She’d known what it was like to long for more.
Not pretty clothes, like Ruth. But more learning, more knowledge, more experiences than she could ever have in Pleasant Valley.
“I don’t know,” she said softly. “Maybe she didn’t know, either.”
“She took my children.” The pain in his voice was as fresh as if it had happened yesterday. “Two years, and every minute of it I was asking God to keep them safe and bring them back to me.”
“He answered your prayer.”
“Ja. But Ruth—” His lips twisted. “The state police troopers came to tell me. How she’d been out with a man. Drinking, both of them, and she was driving. She ran the car into a tree. The police went to the place where she’d been living—a couple of rooms, it was. They found the children there alone. Nothing to eat, no one to watch them.”
She made a small sound of pain and distress.
He looked at her. “Ja. I forgive her, because God commands it. I try to forget, and that’s what I want my children to do. That’s what they must do.” He sounded desperate.
He had trusted her with this, and she had to do the best for him she could. That meant she had to say something he wouldn’t want to hear.
“I understand why you feel you can’t talk to the children about it,” she said carefully. “But I think Elizabeth needs to talk to someone. Some adult who can help her sort it all out, help her find out why she’s trying so hard to be grown-up before her time.” She hesitated. “There is a woman at the clinic, a psychologist. I think she could help Elizabeth—”
“No.” It came swift and hard. “I will not turn to the English to help my daughter. She cannot help a child adjust to being Amish.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to say that Lydia had once been Amish, but that would hardly recommend her to Daniel under the circumstances.
“Elizabeth needs help,” she said. “Perhaps maybe more than you can give her. There’s no shame in seeking out a spe
cialist when you need one.”
His hands shot out to grasp hers in a firm, warm grip. She couldn’t turn away from the intensity in his eyes. “We are an Amish community. You are the teacher, with more knowledge and experience than most. You are our specialist. You can help her.”
All her instincts told her to refuse. Told her that deeper involvement with Daniel and his family could only lead to difficulty later.
But her heart was thudding to the beat of the pulse she felt in his hands, and his need struck at her core. She couldn’t say no. She was afraid to say yes.
She took a breath. “All right,” she said, feeling as if she took a step from which there was no going back. “I’ll try.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
She was being confronted with one thing after another that she didn’t feel capable of handling. Leah gripped the set of interview papers in her hands as her taxi driver, Ben Morgan, the elderly Englischer who enjoyed driving the Amish for a small fee, stopped in front of the clinic.
It was the last week of school, and she should be dealing with a hundred last-minute details for the picnic and program. But Johnny had recommended she do a trial interview and bring the forms in to discuss with him before she started working on the project in earnest once school was out, so here she was.
Thanking Ben, who had brought a book and announced his plan to park in the shade and wait for her, she headed for the door, her mind going faster than the car had.
She was avoiding thinking about the most serious problem facing her, she knew. Elizabeth Glick. How had she let Daniel persuade her to attempt to counsel Elizabeth? A wave of panic went through her. She wasn’t equipped to do that. What if she tried and made things worse?
Father, was I becoming too confident, too prideful in my own abilities? Have You sent me these things to show me that it is You, and You only, who is capable? Guide me, Lord, and show me the path You would have me follow. Amen.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to the clinic.
Two Amish families waited in the reception area, and she stopped to greet them. It gave her a breathing space before she realized that she was stalling, putting off the moment when she’d see Johnny again.