An Amish Reunion. Jo Ann Brown

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СКАЧАТЬ by the sink. It was a small room. The big bathtub must have been installed for Hannah’s grossmammi. The tub had a door in the side and held a chair where someone could sit while bathing. Hannah made sure the door was locked and lifted out the chair. She shoved it as far toward the window as she could. After turning on the faucet and testing the water to make sure it was neither too hot nor too cold, she faced him.

      “Will she let me take her?” she asked.

      “Let me get her started, and we’ll see how she does. Can you get a towel and washcloth while I put her into the tub?”

      “Ja. They’re right behind you. I’ll get—”

      He put out an arm to halt her from reaching past him. When her hand touched his arm, she flinched as if he were connected to an electric circuit and she’d gotten zapped.

      Pulling down a towel, she shoved it into his hand. “Why are you here?”

      He set the little girl on the floor and knelt to unhook the straps on her overalls. That gave him an excuse not to look at Hannah while he asked for her help. Shelby wiggled as he drew off her wet clothes. Once she was undressed and her braids undone, he rinsed off her bottom before placing her in the tub. She slapped the water and giggled when it flew everywhere, including the front of his shirt.

      Taking a washcloth and soap from Hannah, he began washing the kind’s face and arms. He kept one hand on Shelby’s shoulder as he said, “I’ve been hired to strengthen the Hunter’s Mill Creek Bridge so it can be used for heavier traffic again, and I need your help.”

      “I’m not much gut with a hammer.”

      Was she jesting? He didn’t dare take his eyes off the little girl to see. Deciding it’d be better not to respond to her comment, he said, “I can’t begin work until something is done about the beehive in a rotting board beneath the bridge.”

      “Bees? What kind?” Excitement sifted into her voice.

      “I think they’re honeybees.”

      “You’re not sure?”

      He risked a quick glance at Hannah who sat on the chair she’d taken from the tub. She watched how he cleaned the toddler. “You’re the expert. Not me. I can’t tell one kind of bee from another. They need to be moved so nobody gets stung while we’re working on the bridge. I considered spraying them, but I’ve heard there aren’t as many honeybees as there used to be.”

      “Ja, that’s true. Pesticides and pests have killed them.”

      “That’s why I decided to check with an expert—with you—before I contacted an exterminator.” He cupped his hand and poured warm water over Shelby’s head, wetting it so he could wash her hair. He kept his other hand above her eyes to prevent water from flowing into them.

      “Danki for checking, Daniel. Many people don’t. They spray the hive, never stopping to think we need honeybees to pollinate our crops.” She held out a bottle of shampoo. “You’re gut with her.”

      “Practice. My sister Esther was a lot younger than the rest of us, and I used to help Mamm. And I’ve got a bunch of nieces and nephews.” He edged back. “Do you want to put the shampoo on her hair?”

      “Do you think she’ll let me?”

      “One way to know.” Keeping his right hand on Shelby’s arm, he stepped aside.

      Hannah eased past him, making sure not an inch of her brushed against him, not even the hem of her apron or kapp strings. She bent over the tub and smiled. “Let’s get your pretty hair clean, Shelby.”

      The kind’s lower lip trembled, and thick tears rolled down her cheeks.

      Her face falling, Hannah edged away. She wrapped her arms around herself as Shelby returned to her playing when Daniel stood by the tub again.

      “How am I going to take care of her when she hates me?” Hannah murmured.

      “She doesn’t hate you. She’s scared, and she’s known me longer.”

      “Two minutes! That doesn’t make sense.”

      “Just as it doesn’t make sense she doesn’t like you. Who knows what goes on in the heads of bopplin?” He shampooed Shelby’s hair, taking care not to get suds in her eyes. He’d stop at his brother’s grocery store and get some shampoo made for boppli before he returned to work on the bridge tomorrow.

      At that thought, he said, “I’ll make you a deal, Hannah.” He began to rinse Shelby’s fine hair. “You help me by moving the bees, and I’ll help you learn how to take care of Shelby. In addition, I’ll do all I can to find your daed.”

      “How will you find Daed?”

      “I can ask the police—”

      She shook her head. “It’s not our way to involve Englischers in our business.”

      “It may need to be if you want to know the truth about your daed.”

      “I don’t know.” She dragged the reluctant words out.

      “If the bishop says it’s okay, will you?” He hated backing her into a corner, but she must see that they needed help in the extraordinary situation.

      Hannah nodded, but didn’t speak.

      Knowing he shouldn’t push her further, he lifted the kind out and wrapped her in a towel before her wiggling sent water all over the bathroom. He watched Hannah’s face, knowing she wished he’d walked away as he had before. But she needed his help. And he needed hers. None of the men he’d hired would get close to the bridge supports while the bees were there.

      Putting Shelby on the floor, he grabbed for the unopened bag. He couldn’t reach it.

      “What do you need?” Hannah asked.

      Your agreement to move the bees, he wanted to say, but didn’t. She was upset, and he didn’t want to make her feel worse. “A diaper.”

      She opened the bag and frowned. “Um...”

      “Let me look.” He took the bag, and with a smile, he pulled out a disposable diaper. He diapered the toddler and pulled a warm shirt and trousers from the counter to dress her.

      Hannah handed him a pair of socks. “I’m sorry. I’ve only seen cloth diapers before.”

      “It’s okay.” He hesitated, then said, “If you want, I can take her to our house. My mamm will watch her.”

      “No!”

      “Are you sure?”

      “Ja. My daed could come back. She needs to be here when he does.”

      Daniel didn’t argue, though he had his doubts any man who abandoned two daughters would return. “Did you see how I put the diaper on her?”

      “Ja. It’s easy.”

      “It is. As you’re going to need my help with her, what СКАЧАТЬ