Automatically, Becky’s hand flew to her hair. “I didn’t know Timothy was coming over.”
He stepped out of winter boots. “Chloe warned me about your hair.”
Her eyes flitted in my direction. “You still don’t approve?”
I sat on the couch next to her. “Becky, if this is the right decision for you and it makes you happy, I don’t see anything wrong with it.”
She squinted at me. “Then, why were you all upset last night?”
“I’d had a long day.” I shot a look at Timothy. “And I was caught by surprise. I thought you would tell me before you cut your hair. I’m sorry I overreacted.”
Becky bumped my shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m sorry that I didn’t wait until you got home. I told Tanisha about it, she was so excited, and I guess I just got swept away in her enthusiasm.” She squeezed my hand. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I knew you were just concerned.”
“It’s okay. Trust me, I’ve been swept up in Tee’s enthusiasm more than once.”
Becky looked to her brother.
He frowned. “You need to tell Aaron.”
Becky made a face. “I’ll see him at work tomorrow.”
Timothy folded his arms. “He needs to know before he sees you.”
“Why’s that?”
“You know why.”
Becky’s lip quivered. “I’m afraid. I don’t want to hurt him.”
Her brother’s eyes softened. “Becky, he’s going to be hurt. There is no way around that, but he deserves the truth.”
“I know,” she whispered. “I need to stop putting the conversation off.”
“How about this?” I asked. “I’ll drive Becky to work early tomorrow and that will give her and Aaron time to talk. Ellie won’t mind.”
Timothy nodded. “Sounds like a good plan.”
Becky shuddered. “Okay.”
THE NEXT MORNING BECKY shifted side to side in the front seat of my car.
“Nervous?” I asked.
She nodded. “I thought about it last night, and I don’t know what I’m going to say to him.”
“Just be honest with him.”
She looked at me. “Have you ever dumped anyone?”
“First of all, you’re not dumping Aaron because the two of you never dated. Second of all, yes, I have broken up with someone. It’s not fun.”
“Why did you break up with him?”
“He talked really loud. His voice drove me crazy.” I joked, but I knew this situation was so much different. My ex-boyfriend and I didn’t care about each other as much as Aaron and Becky did.
Becky laughed, and I was happy to make her smile.
We entered Young’s through the employee entrance. Ellie was in the kitchen instructing her cooks how she wanted them to make her famous breakfast casserole. Apparently, one of the cooks had started experimenting and Ellie wasn’t having it. The argument ceased when Becky stepped into the kitchen after me. A collective gasp went up in the room.
Under her winter coat, Becky wore the same plain blue dress as the others did and the white apron with “Young’s Family Kitchen” stitched on the pocket. However, the prayer cap she typically wore to work was missing, and her white-blonde hair fell to the shoulder.
Ellie placed a metal spatula on the counter. “So you cut your hair.”
Becky pursed her lips and nodded.
Ellie gave a single nod. “Good. It’s better to pick a room than to stand in the middle of a doorway.”
Becky’s shoulders relaxed.
Ellie picked up the spatula again and waved it at her Amish cooks. “What are you all looking at? Back to work. Breakfast service starts in thirty minutes.” She handed the spatula to her head cook and placed her arm around Becky, leading her out of the kitchen. I followed them.
The main lights in the dining room were just coming on as waitresses and busboys set the tables for breakfast. They only set tables in one-third of the dining room because breakfast attracted the smallest crowd at Young’s.
Ellie watched her staff closely. “I thought I had you scheduled to come in at ten today. It’s not even eight yet.”
Becky swallowed. “You did, but I want to talk to Aaron.”
“Ah,” the older Amish woman said. “Ya, he is the opening host today. I think he is in the break room. He should be out here any moment.”
“Becky, let’s go talk to him back there,” I said.
Amish women continued to bustle through their breakfast preparations, ignoring us this time when we stepped into the stainless steel, professional grade kitchen. Off to the side of the kitchen a swinging door led into the staff break room. Becky stared at it.
“It’s better if you just get it over with,” I whispered.
She nodded and pushed her way through the door. I didn’t follow her, so she stopped and looked over her shoulder. “Aren’t you coming with me?”
“I—”
She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room. We both froze. Aaron sat in his wheelchair. His mouth fell open. “Becky?”
“Aaron . . .”
“You cut your hair.” His tone was sharp.
“Yes.”
“You aren’t going back to the Amish way?” His voice was tight.
“No.” A large tear rolled down her cheek. “I can’t be Amish.”
He gripped the arms of his wheelchair. “If you want to be an Englischer, that’s fine. You can do that.” He drew in a harsh breath. “I can do it too.”
She licked her lips. “I can’t ask you to do that.”
“I want to. If that’s how we can be together.”
I shouldn’t be here for this conversation. It was too personal. I inched toward the door, but Becky held my arm in a vise-like grip. “You should leave if it’s your choice to leave,” she said to Aaron. “Not because it’s what I decided to do. You’re happy being Amish, and I am not. I’m not going to take you away from a life you love.”
“I love you more than how I live,” he told her.
She shook her head. “Please, Aaron, try to understand. You wouldn’t be happy. I want you to be happy for the rest of your life, even if it makes us both miserable for right now.”
He steadied his gaze on her. “Is it because of my chair?” His question hung in the air for a long, painful minute.
“No.” Becky said, her voice strangled. I felt a bruise forming on my arm as she squeezed it that much more tightly. “It’s not because of your chair. It’s because of who we are. We want different things. It would never work. You think being Englisch will be all right now, but what will happen when you are shunned?”
“You can do what you want and be Amish.” His voice was choked. “Look at Ellie.”
She took a step toward him, pulling me with her. “You may think you love me, but I’m nothing like what you need. You need a stable Amish girl like Sadie Hooley. Someone who is content in the Amish way. I was never content there. I’m not even content in the place I am now.”
“We can find the right place together.”
She shook her head. “No. I’m sorry.”
She finally let go of my arm, and blood rushed into my veins.
Realization dawned on his face. “Oh.” He released the brakes on his wheelchair. “I need to get to work.” He rolled across the floor, and I hopped out of the way. When he was gone, whispers could be heard through the open door leading to the kitchen.
Becky fell onto the couch. “They are talking about me.”
I rubbed my arm. “Let them talk.”
She buried her face into her hands and began to cry. “I feel awful. How could I treat him so badly? He is a good man and deserves someone who will love him and enjoy the life he wants to lead.”
I perched next to her on the couch and rubbed her back. “I think you did the right thing.”
Her head whipped around. “You do?”
I nodded. “Aaron is happy being Amish. No matter how much he loves you, he would be heartbroken if the distr
ict shunned him.”
She fingered her short hair and whispered something under her breath that I couldn’t make out.
I leaned closer. “What?”
She cleared her throat. “I didn’t do this because of his chair.” She dropped her head. “I hate that he thinks that.”
“I know you didn’t.”
She lifted her head. “He won’t be the only one who will think that, will he?”
“Probably not. You can’t worry what others will think. You did what was best for yourself.” I paused. “And for Aaron. Focus on that.”
“What am I supposed to do now?”
“Take it one day at a time. You are only nineteen. You don’t have to figure it all out today. God has a plan for your life.”
“Do you think me leaving home was part of that plan?” she whispered.
I swiped her bangs out of her eyes. “I do. This wasn’t a moral decision of right or wrong. There is no correct answer. You chose to let Aaron live the life he was most suited for. There is nothing wrong with that.”
“Then why do I feel so awful?”
I gave her a sad smile. “Because Aaron wanted you to make a different choice and you feel guilty. I have my black belt in guilt. I recognize it when I see it.”
She wiped at her cheeks. “This is something I should have done months ago. I knew this before he got so attached to me. I saw him seek me out each day here at the restaurant. I know he started working here to be closer to me. I ignored the warning bells in my head because I’ve had a crush on him since I was a schoolgirl and he was my brother’s friend. He is so strong and solid—how could I not fall in love with him?” She paused. “Despite everything that has happened to him, he is happy. I couldn’t be the cause of his unhappiness, but it seems I am that anyway.”
I patted her arm. “He will recover.”
“But will I?” She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands and stood. A sigh escaped her. “I should help in the kitchen. I hope you’re right about Aaron.” Then she left the room.
My cell phone rang. Chief Rose’s number came up on the readout. “We let Catcher go. He’s still a person of interest and had a seriously unhealthy obsession with Katie Lambright, but I don’t believe he’s the one who did it.”
“Why not?”
“I asked him to describe what he knew about the scene of Katie’s death, and he got it completely wrong. He said she was inside the barn under a car battery. He probably heard that theory while working in the market. There is a lot of gossip floating around. Sadly, lots of them are even more morbid.”
I grimaced. The scene Timothy and I found was bad enough. “Because he didn’t know, you concluded he wasn’t there.”
“It’s an old cop trick.”
“Could he have been playing dumb?”
“It’s always possible, but I don’t think he’s smart enough to play dumb that well.” She clicked her tongue. “I will keep my eye on him though. I have a feeling that I’m going to have trouble from that boy in the future. Sometimes you have a feeling that a person isn’t thinking just right.”
I shivered.
“What else do you have as far as leads go?”
“There are still the two Amish suitors. Jason seemed to think that Caleb King did it. He said that Katie was in an abusive relationship with Caleb until she dumped him for Nathan . . .”
“He told us that same thing and he might be right. Talk to both of them and report to me.”
“You want me back on the case?”
“I’ve decided to forgive you.”
“Um, thanks.”
“Don’t make me regret it, Humphrey.” And she hung up.
Chapter Thirty-One
Before I spoke with Katie’s suitors, I wanted to talk to Anna again to see what she knew about them. Timothy texted that he was going to Newark to pick up a part for the pavilion and wouldn’t be back until late afternoon. I smiled. Apparently he remembered how scared I was when I couldn’t find him, so he decided to keep me in the loop. A blush rose on my cheeks as I remembered him saying that he was in love with me. The happy tickle in my heart was followed by a thud of guilt as I remembered how I had not been able to say the words back to Timothy. As I had told Becky, I had my black belt in guilt.
Although it wasn’t even eight in the morning yet, I knew everyone in the Troyer household had been up for hours. As I drove down the country road to the family’s farm, I was reminded of the first time I visited there a few short months ago. The family didn’t know what to make of me then, and I thought Mr. Troyer still wondered—although he had come a long way in accepting me. The person that welcomed me immediately was Grandfather Zook, and I would always be grateful to the elderly man for that.
When I pulled into the driveway, Thomas was clearing freshly fallen snow from the doorway to the house. His face broke into a grin, and he dropped his shovel. Thomas had found any excuse to abandon his chores. “Chloe! What are you doing here? Is Timothy coming?”
“Not today. He had to run to Newark for a part for the pavilion.”
“I can’t wait until the pavilion is done. I’m telling everyone at school that my bruder made it. They are jealous they don’t have such important bruders.”
“Your father would say that was boasting.”
He puffed out his chest. “I am not boasting about myself! It is about my bruder, so that is much different.”
I patted the stocking cap on top of his head. “I agree. You don’t have school today?”
“Nee. It is still the Christmas holiday. Grossdaddi said teacher gave us the whole week off because I wear her out.”
I chuckled. Thomas wore out just about everyone, me included.
“We had breakfast ages ago, but Mamm will make you something if you are hungry.”
“Maybe later. Where’s Ruth?”
“Ruth is in the barn. Do you want to come inside?”
“I will in a minute. I want to talk to Ruth first.”
“Okay!” The seven-year-old ran into the house to announce my arrival as I followed the hard-packed snow path to the large barn behind the house.
Although snow covered the ground, most of the Troyers’ cows were in the field. A large metal container held a fresh hay bale, and the cows gathered around it, removing pieces with their blunt, square teeth. They then ground them with their molars over and over again.
When I entered the barn, Sparky kicked the dirt floor of his stall. “I’m sorry, Spark, I didn’t bring any carrots for you today.”
His ears pointed down in disgust. A barn cat balanced on the stall door and strolled by Sparky, wiggling her tail in his face.
Ruth was in the barn shoveling feed into the cows’ troughs. “Miss Kitty, don’t tease Sparky like that.” She shook her head at me. “She is determined to drive him crazy.”
Sparky snapped at the cat’s tail, but she flicked it away in the nick of time with a devilish grin on her face.
“It seems to be working. I’ve seen her expression on Gig’s face more times than I can count.”
“She’s not as bad as your cat is. He’s the one ruling your house.”
I didn’t argue with her because it was true.
“Need some help?” I asked.
She nodded.
I picked up the second bucket of feed. “How much in each trough?” I started at the other end of the troughs, so that we would meet in the middle.
“Three big scoops. Does my family know that you are here?”
I smiled. “I’m sure they know by now. Thomas saw me arrive.”
“Then they know. There is no way to keep secrets in this family with Thomas around. He is a blabbermouth.”
“Blabbermouth?”
“I heard Becky say it about him once.”
I grinned. “I’m sure she learned it from television.”
Ruth nodded.
I bit the inside of my cheek wondering if I should tell Ruth about Becky’s hair. I decided against it. Just as it was Beck
y’s place to tell Aaron about her hair, it was also her place to tell her family. I winced thinking of her father’s reaction and hoped he wouldn’t blame me.
“You are here to talk about Katie?”
“Yes. Have you seen Anna lately?”
“Nee. Her father won’t let her out of his sight.” Her voice was sad. “I took a basket Mamm made up as a gift, and he wouldn’t even accept it. I left it on the family’s porch, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he threw it away right after I left.”
“I’m sorry, Ruth.”
“I’m afraid he won’t let Anna come back to school when the new term begins.”
“Has he ever done that before?”
“Nee. But this is so much worse than anything else that has ever happened to the family.”
I had to agree with her there. “Anna mentioned him at the holiday program. Do you know the English boy named Jason Catcher at all? Did you ever see him with Katie?”
“Nee. Is he the one?”
I shook my head. “Chief Rose doesn’t think so, but he was definitely infatuated with Katie.”
“Infatuwhat?”
“Infatuated. It means that he really liked her.”
The thirteen-year-old shivered. “I never saw him. If it’s not him, who can it be?” She added another scoop of feed to the trough in front of her.
“Do you think I will be able to talk to Anna again?”
Ruth chewed on her lip. “I don’t know. I wasn’t even able to talk to her when I took that basket over.”
I added two more scoops to the trough in front of me and moved to the next one. “You know my friend, Tanisha?”
“Ya. Grossdaddi brought her to the farm. She was so loud she scared the dairy cows. She’s funny.”
I smiled. “She is, and she went home yesterday. Tee and I grew up together, and she’s been my friend since we were about Thomas’s age. Any time we wanted to see each other we had a code or signal to meet at a certain place. Do you and Anna have something like that?”
Ruth dropped her pail of cow feed onto the floor. “How did you know?”
“I was a little girl once with a best friend who I wasn’t allowed to see.”
“Tanisha’s parents wouldn’t let you see her?”
“No. Tanisha’s parents are wonderful people. In fact, when my father and his new wife moved to California, her family invited me to live with them.”
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