A Widow's Hope. Vannetta Chapman

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      “There’s a place in town called Tender Jim’s.” Jacob reached for another helping of potato salad. “Have you heard of it, Matthew?”

      Matthew stuffed a potato chip into his mouth and shook his head.

      “Down on Danbury Drive. Isn’t it?” Her father sat back, holding his glass of tea with one hand and pulling on his beard with the other. “Nice Englisch fellow.”

      “And what were you doing in Tender Jim’s?” Claire asked.

      “Curious, mostly. I’d taken Dolly to the farrier and had to wait a bit longer than I thought I would. Wandered down and talked to the fellow.”

      “Did he have trains?” Matthew asked.

      “Oh, ya. Certainly, he did. Small ones and large ones.”

      “As large as my playhouse?”

      “Nein. They were toys.”

      “Perhaps we could go by and see them sometime,” Jacob said.

      Hannah jumped up as if she’d been stung by a bee. “Matthew has a full week planned with his physical therapy appointments and all, but danki for the offer.”

      This was exactly why she didn’t want a man like Jacob around—or any man for that matter. They’d raise her son’s hopes, promise him things they wouldn’t deliver and then disappear one day when they realized that Matthew was never going to walk, never going to be normal.

      She pretended to be occupied with putting things up in the refrigerator as Jacob, her father and Matthew went out to look at the “job site.” Her job was to protect Matthew—from strangers who would pretend to be friends, and from upheaval in his life. Which reminded her that she still hadn’t been to town to purchase a newspaper.

      She needed to stop worrying, which was easier said than done. Jacob would be finished with the playhouse in a day or two and then Matthew wouldn’t see him anymore. Didn’t Jacob mention that he was part of a different church district? She hadn’t been home long enough to sort the districts out, but she did know there were a lot of Amish in the area. It would explain why she hadn’t seen him at church.

      Hannah and her mother cleared away the lunch dishes and put together a casserole for dinner and then her mother sat at the table. Hannah continued to peer out the window. What were they doing out there? How could Matthew possibly be helping? Why would Jacob want him to?

      “Come sit down a minute, Hannah.”

      “But—”

      “Come on, now. You’ve been on your feet all morning.”

      Hannah peeked out the window one last time, then walked to the table and sank into one of the chairs. Mamm was putting the finishing touches on a baby quilt for a new mother in their congregation.

      Hannah had to force her eyes away from the pastel fabric and the Sunbonnet Sue and Overall Sam pattern. Her mother had given her a similar quilt when Matthew was born. When Hannah had first wrapped her son in that quilt, she’d trusted that only good things would happen in their future. She’d hoped that one day she would wrap her daughter in the same quilt. Now such beliefs didn’t come so easily.

      “I know you wanted today’s paper, but last week’s is still next to your father’s chair in the sitting room.”

      “How did you know I wanted a paper?”

      “Matthew told me you mentioned it.”

      Had she told Matthew?

      Abandoning any attempt to figure out how her mother knew things, Hannah fetched a highlighter from a kitchen drawer and the newspaper from the sitting room, folded it open to the Help Wanted section and sat down with a sigh.

      “I wish you wouldn’t worry about that.”

      “But we need the money.”

      “Gotte will provide, Hannah.”

      “Maybe He’s providing through one of these ads.”

      The next twenty minutes passed in silence as Hannah’s mood plummeted even lower. The part-time positions paid too little and the full-time positions would require her to be away from home from sunup to sundown, if she could even get one of the positions, which was doubtful since she had no experience. She could always be a waitress at one of the Amish restaurants, but those positions were usually filled by younger girls—girls who hadn’t yet married, who had no children.

      “He’s nice. Don’t you think?”

      “Who?”

      “You know who.”

      “I don’t know who.”

      “We sound like the owl in the barn.”

      Hannah smiled at her mother and slapped the newspaper shut. “Okay. I probably know who.”

      “I guess you were surprised to see him at the door.”

      “Indeed I was.” Hannah should have kept her mouth shut, but she couldn’t resist asking, “Do you know what happened to him? To his face?”

      “A fire, no doubt.” Her mother rocked the needle back and forth, tracing the outline of a Sunbonnet Sue. “We’ve had several homes destroyed over the years, and always there are injuries. Once or twice the fire was a result of carelessness. I think there was even one caused by lightning.”

      “A shame,” Hannah whispered.

      “That he had to endure such pain—yes. I’ll agree with that. It doesn’t change who he is, though, or his value as a person.”

      “I never said—”

      “You, more than anyone else, should realize that.”

      “Of course I do.”

      “You wouldn’t want anyone looking at Matthew and seeing a child with a disability. That’s not who he is. That’s just evidence of something he’s endured.”

      “There’s no need to lecture me, Mamm.”

      “Of course there isn’t.” She rotated the quilt and continued outlining the appliqué. “I can see that Jacob is self-conscious about his scars, though. I hate to think that anyone has been unkind to him.”

      “His scars don’t seem to be affecting Matthew’s opinion. He looks at Jacob as if he had raised a barn single-handedly.”

      “Gotte has a funny way of putting people in our life right when we need them.”

      “I’m not sure this was Gotte’s work.”

      “I know you don’t mean that. I raised you to have more СКАЧАТЬ