A Widow's Hope. Vannetta Chapman

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      He sanded the floor smoothly so that the wheels of the chair wouldn’t hang up on an uneven board.

      He added a little extra height so that Matthew’s friends who would be standing and walking and running could play along beside him.

      And when he heard the clatter of a buggy, he put down his tools and ambled over to meet Hannah and Matthew.

      “Hi, Jacob. I can help now.”

      “You already helped me this morning. Remember?”

      “Ya, but—”

      “Actually I’m about to call it a day.”

      “Oh.”

      “There is one thing I need...won’t take but a minute.”

      “Sure! Anything. What is it?”

      “I need you to come and do an early inspection.”

      “You do?”

      “Yup. I need my apprentice’s opinion before I move forward.”

      “Cool!”

      Hannah had parked the buggy, set the brake and jogged around to help Matthew out.

      Jacob stepped forward as if to help, but a frown from Hannah and a short shake of her head convinced him not to try. She was obviously used to doing things on her own. So instead he stood there, feeling like an idiot because a woman weighing roughly the same as a hundred pound sack of feed struggled with simply helping her son out of a buggy.

      As he watched, she removed the straps that secured the wheelchair to the back of the buggy, then set it on the ground, opened it, secured something along the back. Finally she opened the buggy’s door wide so that Matthew’s legs wouldn’t bang against anything.

      “Ready?” she asked.

      “Ready.” He threw his arms around her neck and she stepped back as she took the full weight of him, then settled him into the chair.

      How would she do this when he was seven or ten or twelve? How would Hannah handle the logistics of a fully grown disabled son? Was there any possibility that he would ever regain the use of his legs? Jacob had a dozen questions, and he didn’t ask any of them because it wasn’t really his business.

      He reached into the buggy, snagged Matt’s straw hat and placed it on his head. The boy gave him a thumbs-up, and adjusted himself in the chair as easily as Jacob straightened his suspenders in the morning.

      “Let’s go,” Matthew said.

      “Whoa. Hang on a minute. We need to see to your mamm’s horse first.”

      “I can take care of Dolly,” Hannah insisted.

      “Nonsense.” He stepped closer to Hannah and lowered his voice. “What kind of neighbor would I be if I let you do that?”

      “You’re our neighbor now?”

      “In a sense.”

      “So you want to take care of my horse?”

      “Ya. I do.”

      “Fine. I’ll just go inside and have a cup of tea.”

      “But I thought you might go with us and...” His words slid away as she walked toward the house, waving without turning around.

      “Come on, Jacob. Let’s do this.”

      Matthew wheeled alongside him as he led the mare into the barn.

      “Her name’s Dolly,” Matthew said when they stopped inside the barn.

      The horse lowered her head so that she was even with the boy. Matthew sat in front of her and stroked from her forehead to her muzzle.

      “Good Dolly,” Matthew said.

      Jacob unhitched the buggy, took off the harness and placed it on the peg on the wall, and then led Dolly through the barn to the pasture.

      “Now?” Matt asked.

      “Now.”

      Matt had to move slowly over the parts of uneven ground that led to where the playhouse was being constructed. It was definitely the best place for the structure, as Alton had noted. But the going was a little rough, and it occurred to Jacob that a wooden walk would make things much easier. He had enough lumber scraps at home to do it. An extra day, maybe two, and he could have a nice smooth path from the driveway to the playhouse.

      “That is way cool,” Matt exclaimed, sounding exactly like an Englisch boy Jacob had built a playhouse for the week before. Kids were kids, and cool was a pretty standard response to something they liked.

      “Let’s show you the inside.”

      Jacob let Matthew go first and watched as he maneuvered his way up the small ramp and into the main cabin of the train. The engine room was to his left and the passenger car was to his right. Beyond that was a small back porch. On an actual train, this would be the end of the observation car, and the area would resemble a roofed porch. Now that he thought about it, a roof wasn’t a bad idea. He could add it easily enough.

      Matthew made his way to the front of the train. Jacob had created a space where he could pull up his wheelchair and pretend he was in the conductor’s seat. To his right Jacob had fastened a wooden bench and in front of him there were knobs and such for him to pull and pretend to direct the train.

      “Wow,” he said.

      “We’re not finished yet, buddy. We still need to put on the roof, and...other stuff.”

      “Can I help?”

      “I’m counting on it. I’ll be here early tomorrow morning.”

      They were standing right next to each other, or rather, Jacob was standing next to Matthew. Before Jacob realized what was happening, Matt had pivoted in his seat and thrown his arms around his legs.

      “Danki,” the boy said in a low voice.

      “Ger gschehne.” Jacob found that his voice was tight, but the words of their ancestors passed between them as easily as water down a riverbed.

      Jacob pushed Matthew’s chair the length of the car. They moved slowly, studying every detail, until Hannah’s mamm came outside and rang the dinner bell.

      Jacob did not intend to stay and eat, but it seemed that Claire expected it. She’d already set an extra place at the table. It would have been rude to refuse, or so he told himself.

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