Amish by Accident
© J.E.B. Spredemann
Copyright © 2012-Present by J.E.B. Spredemann
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BOOKS BY J.E.B. SPREDEMANN
(*J. Spredemann)
AMISH GIRLS SERIES
Joanna’s Struggle
Danika’s Journey
Chloe’s Revelation
Susanna’s Surprise
Annie’s Decision
Abigail’s Triumph
Brooke’s Quest
Leah’s Legacy
NOVELS*
Love Impossible*
Amish by Accident*
An Unforgivable Secret* - Amish Secrets 1
A Secret Encounter* - Amish Secrets 2
A Secret of the Heart* - Amish Secrets 3
An Undeniable Secret* - Amish Secrets 4
A Secret Sacrifice - Amish Secrets 5
A Secret of the Soul* - Amish Secrets 6
Learning to Love – Saul’s Story* (Sequel to Chloe’s Revelation – adult novella)
Englisch on Purpose (Prequel to Amish by Accident)*
NOVELLAS
A Christmas of Mercy – Amish Girls Holiday
Christmas in Paradise – (Final book in Amish by Accident trilogy)
An Amish Blessing
NOVELETTES*
Cindy’s Story* – An Amish Fairly Tale Novelette 1
Rosabelle’s Story* – An Amish Fairly Tale Novelette 2
COMING 2018 (Lord Willing)
An Amish Honor (tentatively Sept-Oct)
A Secret Christmas – Amish Secrets 2.5 (tentatively Nov.)
To my Best Friends…
Thank you for your love and companionship throughout the years.
Author’s Note
It should be noted that the Amish people and their communities differ one from another. There are, in fact, no two Amish communities are exactly alike. It is this premise on which this book is written. We have taken cautious steps to assure the authenticity of Amish practices and customs. Both Old Order Amish and New Order Amish are portrayed in this work of fiction and may be inconsistent with some Amish communities.
We, as Englischers, can learn a lot from the Plain People and their simple way of life. Their hard work, close-knit family life, and concern for others are to be applauded. As the Lord wills, may this special culture continue to be respected and remain so for many centuries to come.
Unofficial Glossary of Pennsylvania Dutch Words
Ach – Oh
Ausbund – Amish hymn book
Bloobier – Blueberry
Boppli – Baby
Bopplin – Babies
Bruder – Brother
Dat, Daed – Dad
Dawdi – Grandfather
Denki – Thanks
Der Herr – The Lord
Dochder – Daughter
Dokter – Doctor
Dummkopp – Dummy
Englischer – A non-Amish person
Ferhoodled – Mixed up, Crazy
Fraa – Woman, Wife
Gott – God
Gut – Good
Gross Dawdi – Great Grandfather
Haus – House
Hullo – Hello
Jah – Yes
Kapp – Prayer Cap
Kumm – Come
Lieb – Love
Liede – Song
Mamm – Mom
Mammi – Grandmother
Mein Liewe – My Dear
Mudder – Mother
Nee – No
Ordnung – Rules of the Amish Community
Rumspringa – Running around years
Schweschder – Sister
Vadder – Father
Vorsinger – Song Leader
Wunderbaar – Wonderful
Prologue
Elisabeth Schrock yawned as Minister Fisher’s voice droned on and on about how he deemed it necessary for their Amish youth to flee from things of the world. He’s got to be kidding, right? His boys are some of the most unruly in our district. He must be preaching to his own kinner. It took everything she had to not snicker and roll her eyes. Of course, his twins were in Rumspringa just as she was. I’ve heard all this before. It’s always the same old thing. The world is wicked; we must live by the rules of the Ordnung…blah, blah, blah. Her discontentment and restlessness had been growing daily, along with her rebellious attitude. She was sure that if she had to sit through this for another Sunday, she would burst.
She reached inside her hidden apron pocket and clutched the letter she’d received from her best friend Mattie Riehl. Mattie left her conservative Mennonite community a year earlier and now worked in a fancy skyscraper in New York City. She said she’d met a wonderful Englisch beau and is happier now than she’d ever been. Mattie encouraged Elisabeth to come visit and even offered to share her apartment if she decided to stay long term. Oh, how she longed for freedom! She was aching to escape the monotony and endless rules and restrictions of the church. I’m going to do it! She decided resolutely.
A cough drew her attention to the men’s side of the room. She glanced up to see her handsome beau, Luke Beiler, looking at her curiously. He must’ve sensed her wandering and raised his eyebrows in question. How am I going to leave Luke? He’s ready to join the church and be baptized, but I just can’t do it right now. There’s too much out there that I haven’t seen and experienced. I know that if I agree to be baptized this fall with Luke, he’ll ask me to marry him. Elisabeth hung her head. Indeed, leaving would be the most difficult decision of her life. Nevertheless, she was determined to do it.
Today.
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Leaving his hot coffee, Luke stood up from the breakfast table when Jacob Schrock beckoned him to the porch outside. It was indeed strange for Elisabeth’s brother to be visiting on a Monday morning with all his chores to tend to and what not. But Jacob’s sober countenance gave pause for concern. His friend held out an envelope to him. It was Elisabeth’s handwriting. For Luke. He searched Jacob’s face for a sign of what the contents might be, but he kept his gaze on the wooden boards beneath his feet. Without a word, Luke opened the letter that would forever change his life.
Luke,
I’m sorry. I just don’t feel like I belong here with the Plain people in Paradise anymore. Whether I will come back or not, I do not know. Please do not try to find me.
Elisabeth
Heartbroken. It was the only word that could describe Luke Beiler as he let Elisabeth’s letter slip through his fingers onto the hard wooden floor. All his hopes and dreams for the future dashed into a million pieces with just a smidgen of ink on plain white paper.
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Chapter 1
New York City, two years later…
“Please listen to me, Brianna. This is important,” Carson Welch urged as he and his girlfriend shared a meal in his breakfast nook. It would be the last conversation they’d have for a while, he realized.
Brianna Mitchell looked down at their intertwined hands, and then glanced at her watch. Was she deliberately trying to avoid
him? “Carson, we’ve been over this before. I’m happy that you found religion, really I am. I can see that it’s helped you and made you a better person. But I’m just not ready for anything like that. Besides, I really have to go. My plane leaves at four and Heidi will be expecting me.”
Something inside Carson told him to push the subject, so he continued, “Won’t you just stay and listen for a few minutes? God wants to share His amazing love with you.”
Brianna abruptly held up her hand to silence him. “I love you, Carson. But I really do need to go. Maybe we’ll talk about this some other time, okay?” She leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek, probably hoping to distract him. He acquiesced and pulled her into his arms for a warm embrace then gently brushed his lips to hers. It was a good distraction tactic, he wouldn’t deny. Physical attention had always been a weak spot for him, and Brianna knew it well and used it to her advantage.
“I’ll miss you. Have a nice trip.” As his girlfriend walked out the door, an uneasy feeling surged in the pit of Carson’s stomach and he offered a silent prayer on her behalf. “May God be with you, Brianna,” he whispered softly.
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Brianna frantically searched through her purse one more time, a helpless look etched across her face. No, it has to be here!
“I’m really sorry, Miss. But we can’t let you board without your passport.” The ticket agent stomped her foot impatiently, eyeing the long line of travelers behind Brianna.
She’d already been through her carry-on twice and her suitcase too. “But it’s in here, I know it is. I remember putting it—”
“Next!”
Brianna sighed. I’ll take that as my cue to leave.
She walked away from the ticketing window and reached into her purse again, searching for her phone. It was in that moment she’d realized what she’d done. She remembered now that she’d switched out handbags when packing up her clothing for the trip. Without thinking, she’d grabbed the black purse she usually used and packed it into her carry-on bag instead of the white one. Her phone, her identification, passport, tickets, and everything important was in her other purse—the white one sitting on the dresser in her bedroom at present. I can’t believe I left my purse at home. How could I be so stupid! I guess that’s what I get for leaving in such a rush. Now, I’ll have to go back home and rebook my flight.
She knew Heidi would be disappointed. They’d been planning this trip for two years. Her friend had come to the United States as a foreign exchange student her senior year of high school and they instantly became close friends. They were both excited Brianna would be visiting Heidi in Germany, her home country.
She walked out of the airport and hailed the first taxi she saw, thankful she at least still had some money in the purse she carried. She opened the taxi door and slid into the backseat, hauling her luggage in next to her.
“Where to, Lady?” the cab driver called over his shoulder.
Brianna quickly gave him the address and he set the meter. She looked out the window, watching the tall buildings pass by. People dashed to and fro, everyone seemingly in their own little world. A hot dog vendor handed a small boy a foot-long frank and she smiled as his eyes lit up with sheer delight. She enjoyed the distractions. They helped to take her mind off of other things that pressed for her attention. Like her missed flight. Or worse yet, Carson’s new found fascination with religion. It was fine if he wanted to be involved in that sort of thing, but there was no way he was going to drag her into it too.
“I’m Jimmy,” the driver introduced himself, glancing at Brianna in his rearview mirror. She nodded politely, not wanting to engage in conversation. “Hey, has anyone ever told you about the Lord?”
Oh no, not this again. “I really don’t want to talk about it right now, so if you could please just get me where I need to go.” She regretted her rudeness, but she was not in the mood to discuss spiritual matters right now—especially not with a perfect stranger.
“Thought I’d try.” The cabbie shrugged. “Do you mind?” he asked as he pointed to the radio.
Brianna shook her head. Anything would be better than discussing religion.
“Oh my…hey, listen to this!” He turned up the volume and a newswoman’s voice sounded over the airwaves.
“Preliminary reports are now coming in for Flight 245 from JFK International en route to Paris. As we have just confirmed with the FAA, America’s Airlines Flight 245 has gone down over the Atlantic Ocean just ten minutes ago. Reports are still coming in, but it appears there are no survivors. I repeat: America’s Airlines Flight 245 to Paris has gone down over the Atlantic Ocean…” the news report continued.
“My flight! That was my flight! I was supposed to be on that plane.” No survivors. Brianna’s hands shook as she came to grips with reality. Her head started spinning. I could be dead right now! No! Her breathing suddenly became shallow and she began hyperventilating.
“Hey, calm down, Lady. Are you alright?” Jimmy turned to look at her in the back seat.
“Watch out!” she screamed, as their taxi veered into oncoming traffic. Brianna panicked as a huge red semi-truck headed straight toward them.
Everything suddenly went black.
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Elisabeth blew out a breath causing her bangs to flutter. She peered around the small front office in which she worked with two other women. The office was bright and cheerful, probably to suffice the younger clients that visited the private dental establishment. Once again, she eyed the large poster on the wall and smiled. “Brush after every meal!” the sign declared, depicting a small boy and girl with shiny white teeth holding toothbrushes. She almost laughed, thinking of her younger brother Jacob. Oh, how he hated brushing his teeth when he was small!
I wonder how Mamm and Dat are doing. And Luke. How did he react when he found the letter I left for him? Shocked, to be sure. Has he found someone else? Is he married? A pang of regret crept into her heart, but she quickly dismissed it. After all, this was the life she’d chosen. She would be content and look toward the future with hopeful expectation. The past was behind her now and nothing could change or undo the choices she’d made. Not that she’d want anything to be different. Still, though, she couldn’t deny that she missed everyone at home.
The telephone rang, jolting her back to the present. “Family Dental, may I help you?” She listened as the man on the other line detailed his needs, and then scheduled an appointment for him on the computer in front of her. “Your appointment is for Friday at four o’clock, Mr. Welch. And since this is your first visit, you’ll need to come in about fifteen minutes early to fill out the necessary paperwork. Thank you, and have a nice day.” She set the receiver back into its cradle and looked up at the clock on the wall. Five o’clock, quitting time.
After maneuvering through the congested New York traffic, Elisabeth finally arrived at the small Mexican restaurant that Mattie had picked out. She’d never even known of such a thing growing up, but since moving to the city she had come to love the delicious south-of-the-border flavors. She often tried to duplicate it at home in the apartment she and Mattie shared, but it never tasted quite the same as the authentic fare. Her mouth watered as she envisioned the large bean burrito she usually ordered—beans, cheese, rice, shredded cabbage, avocado, fresh salsa with plenty of cilantro, and lime to squeeze onto each bite.
“You made it before I did this time.” Mattie smiled as she dropped her purse and took a seat across from Elisabeth.
“Traffic didn’t seem as bad today,” Elisabeth said as she sipped her ice water and glanced at the large sombrero hanging from the ceiling. “I already ordered for both of us.”
“Great! I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” Mattie sat the menu back onto the table. “So, how was work? Any cute guys come in and sweep you off your feet today?”
Elisabeth giggled. “You’re silly, Mattie. No, not today.”
“I’m a helpless romantic, what can I say? Richard brought me fl
owers today, isn’t that sweet?” Mattie’s face fairly beamed with contentment.
“Isn’t that twice this month already? Has he hinted at anything?” Elisabeth feared to ask.
“Marriage? Well, we have been dating for over two years now. The subject has come up a few times. I think he’s trying to summon enough nerve to ask me.” She twirled her shoulder-length brown hair around her finger.
“So, if he does ask, what will we do about the apartment? We can barely make the payments right now. I surely wouldn’t be able to pay the rent on my own,” Elisabeth said with obvious concern.
“I don’t think you have anything to worry about, Lis. Even if he does ask me to marry him, I’m sure the wedding won’t be for at least six months,” Mattie asserted. “We’ll figure something out between now and then.”
“Will you invite anyone from home? I mean, I know that your folks probably won’t come but how about your brothers and sisters? I know that Rebekah would want to see you get married.”
Mattie swallowed the lump in her throat and swiped a tear from her cheek. She shrugged. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I haven’t thought of home in so long. I miss it sometimes, you know. It’s not easy living without your family, especially where we come from, jah?”
“Jah,” Elisabeth replied in their native Pennsylvania Dutch and squeezed her friend’s hand. “I miss it sometimes too.”
“I’m glad you’re here with me. I think I might have gone back by now if it wasn’t for you. Thank you for coming, Lis. I hope you’ve been happy here.”
“I have,” Elisabeth said before sinking her teeth into her scrumptious dinner.
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Chapter 2
Brianna attempted to open her eyes, but her eyelids refused to cooperate. She heard the faint sounds of unfamiliar voices and the continuous annoying squeak of a wheel. Was she dreaming? A loud beep startled her and her eyelids flew open. Her gaze roamed the room, but it all seemed so foreign. Where am I? She surmised by the white gown adorning her body that she was in a hospital. What happened? She tried to recall past events, but her mind came up blank.
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