An Amish Noel. Patricia Davids
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I will have one of the fourth-grade girls be the angel that appears to them. How many shepherds do you think I should have?”
Rebecca shrugged. “It doesn’t say how many there were in the Bible. I think four or five would be a good number.”
“I agree. Then I will have the first-and second-grade girls be the host of angels. Eight of them in all. We’ll also need to choose someone to play Joseph and Mary. Who would like to help with the costumes?” Lillian glanced hopefully around the room.
“I can,” Emma said.
“What about scenery or sets?” Rebecca asked.
Lillian folded her notebook closed. “Timothy Bowman has expressed an interest in helping with that.”
Ina frowned. “He doesn’t have a child in school.”
“His niece, Hannah, is a new student with us this year.” Lillian smoothed her skirt, keeping her eyes downcast.
Emma caught Rebecca’s eye. Was Timothy interested in courting their friend? Rebecca’s expression said she had no idea.
The sound of the front door opening was followed by childish laughter. Lillian’s little sister came hurrying into the room. “Lilly, I got a Christmas present for you, but I can’t tell you what it is.”
Emma smiled at the girl. Born with dwarfism, Amanda was three years old and a happy, active child. Many Amish families had members who were little people. Lillian’s family was thankful that Amanda had none of the health problems that often accompanied the disorder.
Lillian’s mother, Marietta Keim, came into the room and greeted everyone. She leaned down to her daughter. “Amanda, your sister has visitors. You shouldn’t interrupt.”
“I’m sorry, but I had to tell her about her present.”
Lillian pulled her close. “I’m so glad you did. I shall be on pins and needles the entire month wondering what it is.”
Marietta held out her hand. “Come help me gather the eggs, Amanda.”
“Okay.” She rushed to her mother’s side, and they both went out.
The women spent the next half hour working on the details of the program. After Rebecca and her mother left, Lillian crossed her arms and stared at Emma. “Well?”
“Well, what?”
“Luke Bowman working for your father. That can’t be good.”
“It doesn’t matter to me what Luke does or where he works.”
“It used to matter a lot. You can’t take up with him again, Emma.”
“Who said I was?”
“He’ll break your heart again. Men like him always do.”
There were no other men like Luke Bowman. He was one of a kind.
She rose from her chair and went to stare out the window. “I’m not getting involved with him. He’s not interested in me. He’s been home over a year. If he wanted to walk out with me, he would have asked ages ago, and I would have turned him down. My father is pushing me to wed someone else.”
Lillian sat bolt upright. “What? Who? Why?”
“Wayne Hochstetler. Because it’s time I married. I’m not getting any younger.”
“We are barely twenty-five. We’re not old maids. Not yet.”
“I don’t want to be an old maid, and neither do you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I intend to remain single, but we are talking about you. Are you walking out with Wayne?”
“Not yet. This is something his father and my father cooked up between them, but apparently Wayne is on the lookout for a wife.”
Lillian sat back. “He would be with such a young daughter to raise. It might be a good match, Emma. He’s a steady fellow, hardworking and not bad looking. He has a nice farm. You would have a ready-made family.”
Emma couldn’t come up with a thing against him except he wasn’t Luke. “If you think it’s such a good deal, why don’t you marry him?”
“I told you. I’m going to be single and teach school all my days. I love it.”
She rose and went to stand at Emma’s side. Slipping an arm across Emma’s shoulders, Lillian drew her close. “We have been friends a long time. I remember how upset you were when Luke left and didn’t take you with him. I thank God he had that much sense, but I could cheerfully horsewhip him for the pain he caused you.”
“I didn’t know you were such a violent person.”
“Okay, I wouldn’t horsewhip a bug, but I could send Luke Bowman to stand in the corner for the rest of his life.”
Emma managed a smile. “I can see you have the makings of a great teacher. Please don’t worry about me. I’m okay. Having Luke work for my father has stirred up old memories, but that’s all they are. Memories. I live in the here and now. He can’t hurt me.”
“I pray you are right.”
Emma prayed that she was, too.
* * *
Sunday was the off Sunday when there wasn’t a church meeting. The Amish had church every other week. Luke’s family remained at home that day. His father led a quiet morning of prayer and Bible reading. Luke tried to keep his mind on the words his father spoke, but his thoughts kept drifting to Emma and the look on her face before she left with Roy. There had been something in her eyes when she gazed at him. Was it possible that she still cared after the way he’d treated her?
He should have found a gentler way to break it off between them. He had known that she loved him. He had loved her, too, although he never told her that. His feelings for Emma had frightened the wits out of him. Marriage would have tied him to the Amish life forever. She never understood his need to be free from his family’s expectations and from everything Amish that had stifled him. Drugs had given him the feeling of freedom he craved, but only for a while.
If he had allowed her to come with him, it would have ruined her life. Leaving her behind was the only good thing he’d ever done for her. Did she understand that?
It didn’t seem likely, but there had been something in the way she looked at him that gave him hope.
Hope for what?
What was it that he wanted from her? To rekindle their teenage romance? He was too old and too jaded to think that was possible.
Forgiveness? He craved that, but he didn’t expect it. How could he when he had never explained why he left her.
Did he hope for a new friendship with her? Maybe.
None of it mattered if he wasn’t staying in Bowmans Crossing. The closer the time came for him to make a decision about staying the less certain he became of what he was going to do. From the moment he got out of jail, he had been struggling to fit in, to find where he belonged. Once his parole was up, he would be truly free. Free to leave. Free to stay. Which did he want?
His whole life he had rebelled against the strict and narrow Amish world he’d been born into. He’d never felt as if he were a part of it. Only sweet Emma had made it bearable. Her shy smiles, her adorable laugh, those tender stolen kisses. Oh yes, Emma had tempted him to stay, but her love hadn’t been enough.
Luke had grown to envy his Englisch friend, Jim Morgan. It had seemed that Jim and his buddies had a million choices. They had money to spend, cars to take them anywhere they wanted to go. There had been parties, loud music, fun and later there had been drugs, too. The Amish singings and picnics Emma wanted to attend seemed dull as dirt in comparison.
Always a risk taker, Luke dove headfirst into a lifestyle that had seemed too good to be true. And it was.