“But he was only eleven or twelve then,” she said. “That was a long time ago.”
“He’s a natural. He hasn’t forgotten what to do.” Her father smiled. “Shouldn’t your mudder be back by now?”
Annie shook her head. “She and Barbara are cleaning for Grossmudder.”
“And you had vadder duty,” Dat said sadly.
She settled her hand on his shoulder. “Dat, ’tis my pleasure to be here for you.”
Her father regarded her with affection. “I know.”
Annie saw her dat’s eyes brighten as he caught sight of her dog, Millie, curled up in her bed. He’d grown attached to the dog since his accident.
“Millie,” she called softly. The dog picked up her head. “Go sit by Dat.” As if she understood, little Millie rose from her bed and went to lie next to the base of Joe’s chair. “Watch him for me, girl.”
“Bring Jacob some water when you ask him to lunch. Working in the shop makes a man thirsty,” Joe said as he closed his eyes.
Annie stiffened. “Ja, Dat,” she said dutifully. In the kitchen, she filled a large plastic jug with water. She then grabbed a cup and a plate of cookies before she reluctantly headed out to the barn.
* * *
Jacob pulled out the tools he needed to make the horseshoes for Abram Peachy’s mare and stoked up the fire in the forge. He could use the propane torch but not today. He wanted to do it the way he’d first been taught. The leather apron Joe had bought for him still hung in the shop, as if it were only a day rather than years since he’d visited last. Jacob fingered the material. It was too small for him, and so he put on Joe’s. Next, he pulled on gloves to protect his hands.
The shop was warm, the heat from the fire a bit overwhelming as he set metal into flame until it glowed an orange red. Next, he hammered it into the shape of a horseshoe on the steel anvil. The sound of his cross-peen hammer against the glowing metal filled the room, rewarding him with a sense of familiar satisfaction. He hammered, checked the metal, fired it up again and hammered some more, then he suddenly became aware of someone’s presence. He didn’t have to look toward the doorway to know who had entered the shop. “Annie,” he said without looking up. “Do you need something?”
“Nay,” she called back, to be heard over the ring of iron against steel as he continued his work. “I’ve brought you a drink.”
Jacob stopped pounding, set down his tools and glanced her way. “Water,” he said with a grateful smile.
She carried the refreshments to the worktable on the opposite side of the room. “Dat said you’d be thirsty.”
“Ja,” he said, watching her closely. “I could use a drink.” She poured him a glass of water and offered it to him. He nodded his thanks and took a sip. “Just what I needed.”
“I brought cookies, too.” She placed the plate on the workbench within his reach. “For whenever you’re hungry,” she added. “Dat said you’re to join us for lunch.”
“You don’t have to feed me,” he said carefully.
“We’ve got plenty. So, you’ll come? Dat will be pleased if you do.”
“And you?” he dared to ask. “Will you mind?”
She blushed. “I’m asking you, aren’t I?” Her expression became unreadable. “We’re grateful that you’re handling Dat’s work.”
“First see how I do before you’re too grateful.”
“Dat has confidence in your abilities, so I do, too.” She touched a hand to her prayer kapp. “You will come?”
He noted the vibrant gold in her blond hair. “Ja, I’ll be there. I wouldn’t want to disappoint Joe.” He locked gazes with her.
She looked away. “I’d better finish my chores—”
He glanced down at the cooling metal. He would have to fire it up again before he could continue the job. “And I better get back to work.”
She hesitated. “If there is anything you need before then, come to the haus and let us know.”
He nodded and turned his attention back to the forge, conscious of the exact moment when Annie left the shop.
* * *
Annie was stirring the pan of chicken potpie when she heard her brother’s voice coming from the front of the house.
“Jacob!” Peter cried. “Come eat!”
Although she listened carefully, Annie couldn’t hear his reply, but she recognized Jacob’s deep male voice.
“Bread done?” Mam entered the room from the other side.
“Ja,” Annie said. “Fresh from the oven and ready to be sliced. I took the butter out of the refrigerator.”
“I’ll open a jar of chow-chow,” her mother said, referring to garden vegetables canned in a sweet-and-sour mix.
“I made a pitcher of iced tea this morning,” Annie told her. “And lemonade.” She filled a pitcher for those who preferred water.
Peter entered, followed closely by her father in his wheelchair. “Dat, I would have brought you something to eat.” Her voice trailed off when she saw who stood behind the chair.
“Hallo,” Jacob said as he pushed Joe’s chair farther into the room. “It smells wonderful in here.”
Mam turned from the kitchen counter with the dish of chow-chow. “I’m glad you could join us, Jacob.”
“I’m happy you asked.” He flashed Annie a look that made the heat rise in her face.
Annie scrambled to move furniture to accommodate her father’s wheelchair at the table. Then she turned to the stove, where she ladled their meal into a large ceramic bowl. “I hope you like chicken potpie.”
“Ja, ’tis one of my favorites.” Jacob smiled as he took the seat where instructed, next to her father. “Did ya make it?”
Annie shook her head. “Nay, Mam did.”
“You helped with the pie squares,” her mam said.
Annie had, in fact, rolled out the dough thinly, and she’d cut it into one-inch squares. Unlike the pie-crusted potpies made by the English, the Amish recipe for chicken potpie did not have a two-part flaky crust surrounding the cooked chicken and vegetables, nor was it baked in the oven. The women in their Amish community cooked the chicken in a stockpot until the meat was tender and the water became broth. Then they added vegetables and seasoning. Once the time was right, they stirred in pie squares, similar to the dough the English used in their chicken-and-dumpling recipes. Annie had learned the recipe from her mother at a young age, and over the years, she’d become skilled at making the thick, tasty dish.
The wonderful scent of chicken and the lingering aroma of baked bread permeated the kitchen, smelling delicious. Annie set the bowl on the table and went back for the bread. She placed the basket next to the main course.
The meal was simple, but there was plenty to eat. Annie put a hefty amount on each plate while her mother passed around the chow-chow bowl.
“Bread?” Annie extended the basket toward Jacob. “There’s butter and strawberry jam.”
Jacob smiled as he took a thick, crusty slice but he declined the toppings, apparently preferring to eat his bread plain.
“Where’s Josiah?” her mother asked with a frown.
“He’s coming. He’s out in the fields,” Annie told her. She heard the front door open and footsteps as someone entered the house.
Joe smiled. “There he is now.”
Annie saw her brother walk into the kitchen and note Jacob’s presence.
“How goes it in the shop?” Josiah asked pleasantly as he took a seat next to Annie, who sat across from Jacob.
“Just getting used to it again,” Jacob said, “but it’s beginning to feel like home.”
Her brother looked relieved, and her father appeared pleased. “Let me know if you need anything,” Josiah said. He addressed his father. “It’s nearly harvest time, Dat.”
Dat nodded.
“Find out when the others are bringing in their crops. See if anyone can help out here one day.”
Jacob spoke up, “Next week.” He tore his bread in half. “We’re all planning to come here on Tuesday.”
“We’ll need to cook and bake for the workers,” her mother addressed Annie.
Annie nodded. “All the men are planning to help each other with the harvest?” she asked Jacob.
“Ja.” Jacob forked up some noodles. “Everyone decided it would be quicker that way.”
Annie silently agreed. Without help, it might take an Amish farmer and his sons several days to bring in their crops and properly store them. She had a feeling the community men had decided to pitch in at each farm because of her father, so that Dat would feel better about accepting help. “We should cook for the week.”
Her mother picked up the breadbasket and passed it to her eldest son. Josiah took a piece and handed it to Peter. “I’ll make dried-corn casserole,” Mam said, “and macaroni salad to start.”
The topic of conversation became centered on the harvest and how each family would have help each day, depending on the size of their land and their crops, and the offerings that the women of the house would bring to share at the community food table.
Annie decided to talk with Josie Mast, their neighbor, who together with her husband, William, knew most of what was happening within the Happiness community. Josie and William were always ready to lend a hand.
Annie remained conscious of Jacob at their kitchen table, enjoying his food and the conversation with her family. Across from him, she was able to study him unobtrusively. He looked solid and strong in his burgundy broadcloth shirt and triblend denim pants. He had removed his leather apron, as was appropriate, before coming to the house. He must have washed up outside, for there was no sign of soot or dirt on his face or hands. He’d undoubtedly left his hat in the shop, for his dark hair looked clean and shiny in the sun filtering in through the kitchen window.
He raised an eyebrow. Embarrassed to be caught examining him, she blushed and looked away. “Did everyone have enough to eat?” she asked as she rose. “There is plenty more on the stove.”
When everyone claimed that they’d eaten enough of their meal, Annie left to retrieve dessert from the back room.
“Fresh apple pie,” she said as she reentered the room, “with homemade ice cream.”
While her family exclaimed their delight, it was Jacob’s slow, appreciative smile that set her heart to racing. “I’ve been eager to taste your apple pie,” he said.
After preparing several servings, Annie watched Jacob enjoy his portion and experienced a rush of satisfaction. All too soon, he was done eating, and he rose.
“Back to work,” he said. “The meal was wonderful, topped off by a delicious dessert.”
He didn’t meet Annie’s eyes as he thanked her parents for having him at their table. Then he left, and Annie noticed that the house seemed different with him gone. She didn’t want to think about it too closely as she worked to put away food and clean up. As she was washing dishes, she thought about Jacob Lapp again and smiled.
“Annie,” her mother said, “Preacher Levi will be coming for supper tomorrow night. What shall we make?”
Annie thought about it. The preacher was a frequent dinner guest. “Fried chicken?”
Mam nodded approvingly. “And make something special for dessert.”
“Ja, Mam.” Maybe a cobbler, she thought. She could use a jar of the peaches she’d canned this summer. She mentioned it to her mother.
“Gut idea, Annie. And let’s make some sweet-and-vinegar green beans to go along with the chicken.”
Her thoughts returned to Jacob. The meal with him had been pleasant. In the midst of her family, she’d been able to relax and truly appreciate his company. He’d been polite, teasing at times, occasionally catching her glance with a look that made her feel warm inside. She recalled Jacob the boy and couldn’t help comparing him to the attractive man he’d become. She felt an infusion of heat. He was like a brother to her, she reminded herself.
Or was he?
Chapter Five
The sun shone warm and bright in a clear azure sky, and there was barely a breeze on harvest day at her family’s farm. Annie stood outside next to her brother Josiah, watching as gray buggies drove down the lane toward the house and parked in a row in the barnyard. Other families came in horse-drawn wagons, some of which pulled farm equipment behind them. It was Monday instead of Tuesday, the day Annie and her family had expected the help. On Sunday, the community had decided to harvest their farm first after learning about her dat’s appointment with the doctor on Tuesday. When they were done with their farm, the workers would move from one neighbor’s farm property to the next, until everyone’s crops were harvested.
Annie, her sister Barbara and her mother had spent hours cooking and baking to prepare for this week. Today the food would be served on tables set in the yard between their house and the dawdi haus—their grosseldre’s cottage. Josiah and Peter with William Mast and Abram Peachy had set up tables of plywood on wooden sawhorses. Eli Shrock, Amos and Mae King’s son-in-law, had brought the church’s bench wagon earlier. Amos had come with Eli, and the two men, with Peter’s help, had unloaded benches for everyone to sit on while they ate.
Annie set the tables with the linens that Mam used for such occasions. As the men and their families got out of their vehicles and approached, she felt satisfied that the day would go well. Josiah left her side to speak with Noah Lapp and his brother Eli, who had ridden in with his older brother and sister-in-law.
“Annie!” Rachel Lapp approached with a smile. She carried a large platter covered with plastic wrap.
“Cupcakes,” Annie said with a grin. “The workers are going to love these.”
Rachel glanced toward the food table, where Annie and her mam had put out breakfast for the crew. “You’ve been busy.”
Annie gestured toward Rachel’s cake dish. “So have you.”
“Annie!” Dat sat on the porch in his wheelchair.
“Coming, Dat,” she called back. She gave Rachel a half smile. “This is hard for him.”
Rachel nodded. “Maybe if you push him closer so that he can watch the workers?”
“That’s a great idea.” Annie glanced toward her father. “I’ll talk with you later.” Rachel’s husband, Noah, came up behind his wife. “Noah,” she greeted him with a nod before she excused herself to help her father.
“Dat? You all right?” she asked as she climbed the porch steps.
“Ja.” Her father watched as families exited their vehicles, and the workers moved toward the field. “I should be out there helping.”
She crouched before him, looked up. “Dat, you can’t work, and everyone understands that. You need to stay here, and rest.”
“Annie. Joe.”
Annie turned and was startled to find Jacob Lapp on the stairs behind her. She rose quickly to her feet. “Jacob.” She felt suddenly breathless. He looked ready for a full day’s work in his royal blue shirt, navy coat and black suspenders and navy triblend denim pants. Her study of him fell to his black work boots before lifting up to his golden eyes.
“I thought Joe might like to watch us,” Jacob said.
“I’d like that, Jake.” Her father looked pleased. “Can’t see anything from here.”
Annie felt concerned, despite the fact that she thought the move a good idea. “What if you get tired?”
Her father smiled. “Then I’ll have one of the boys bring me back.”
“Not to worry, Annie,” Jacob assured her. “I’ll see that he rests if he needs it.”
Annie didn’t answer as she watched while Jacob pushed her father’s chair down the ramp. She sighed. Until today, she hadn’t seen or spoken with Jacob since he’d eaten lu
nch with them on his first day of work in her dat’s blacksmith shop. According to her father, Jacob came to the shop each day, completed his work, then spoke briefly with her father before heading home. He’d been coming for days, but he hadn’t bothered to stop into the house and say hello.
Why should he seek her out? He was helping her father, not her. It wasn’t Jacob’s fault that she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Was it?
Annie sighed. There had to be an older man in the community who would make her a fine husband. Maybe if she prayed to the Lord He would show her her future husband. Please, Lord, help and guide me. Help me to know Thy will.
Mam came out of the house behind her. “Where’s your vadder?”
Annie gestured toward the yard. “Jacob’s taking Dat down for a better view.” Once the workers continued to the other side of the farm, her father would no longer be able to watch them. Maybe by then, Dat will be ready for a nap.
Unbidden came a mental image of Jacob Lapp’s smile. Annie pushed him from her mind as she went back into the house, where the women were preparing to set out more food.
* * *
“Will you be all right here?” Jacob asked Joe as he rolled the older man into a shady spot in the yard, with a good view.
“This is fine, Jacob.” Joe stared as the workers walked into the field with their farm tools.
“Horseshoe Joe!” William Mast called. “How ya feeling?”
“Not too bad,” Joe replied. “Doing as well as can be expected.”
“You take care of yourself, and don’t ya be worrying about anything. Your boy Josiah knows what he’s doing, planning which areas to be covered by whom.”
“I’m going to get to work, Joe,” Jacob said. “I’ll check back later to see how you are.”
“I’d appreciate that.” Joe seemed settled as he waved and answered his neighbors’ and friends’ inquiries about his recovery.
Jacob felt satisfied that Joe would be fine as he left to join his brothers Isaac and Eli. Minutes later, he grabbed his corn hook and climbed onto a wagon drawn by a team of Belgian horses. They headed toward the field area they’d been assigned. Isaac drove the team while Jacob and Eli hand-husked corn. With each swipe of the hook, Jacob snagged a stalk, then cut off an ear, husked it quickly by hand and then he threw the cob into the back of the wagon. Jacob worked quickly, moving down the row, with Eli working beside him, to cut the crop from the stalks that Jacob missed. At the end of the row Isaac turned the wagon, and Jacob and Eli shifted to work the next row, cutting, husking and tossing the husked corn behind them.
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