Abigail's New Hope (14 page)

Daniel saw something that turned his blood cold—they hadn’t allowed his wife to keep her traditional Amish outfit of a navy blue dress with white apron and
kapp
. To be seen in public in the atrocious green, mannish clothes must cause her unbearable discomfort and shame. As he approached, she glanced up with an expression of both joy and sorrow. Dark hollows lay beneath her eyes, and she appeared at least five pounds thinner.

“
Guder mariye, ehemann
. You look like you slept in your clothes.” The corner of her mouth turned up in a familiar and heartening smile.

“Good morning to you,
fraa
. That’s because I did. I drove here yesterday so I wouldn’t miss visiting hours.”

“You came by horse and buggy?” She lifted an eyebrow. “You should have called the hired van. There’s extra money in the coffee can in the cupboard for occasions like this.”

For occasions like this?
“I doubt you had planned to use your egg money for visiting day at the county jail.” He glanced nervously around the room at the odd assortment of humanity.

“No one plans for emergencies, no matter what their nature.”

“True enough, but let’s not quibble about nonsense on our first meeting.” He reached for her hand. “How are you faring, Abby? Are they treating you well?”

She allowed her hand to be enfolded with little response. “
Jah
, I’m fine. The lady guard is nice to me. She explains how things are done here so I won’t be unduly shocked.” She inhaled and exhaled with practiced control.

“Anything else?” he asked, desperate to understand what had transpired since her arrest.

Her face turned pale. “They took my photo, Daniel. I ask them not to, but they said it was mandatory. Then they fingerprinted me and took away my clothes and worldly possessions, including my
kapp
.” Her fingers reached up to her uncovered head.

She shook her head, as though dislodging an unpleasant thought. “At least they let me keep my Bible, so I started reading the Old Testament. Did you know that the first chapter of Exodus talks about midwives? Pharaoh, king of Egypt, had enslaved the Hebrews. When he grew concerned about their increasing numbers, he ordered the midwives to kill the male children. Because the midwives feared God more than Pharaoh, they refused and were rewarded for their faith. Later, when the Hebrews continued to multiply, Pharaoh ordered every boy to be thrown into the Nile. Baby Moses was placed in a basket and sent downriver and saved by Pharaoh’s daughter. She adopted him as her own son. Much later, he led his people out of bondage into the promised land.”

Daniel blinked several times. “You’ve been locked away from your family for days and you wish to tell me
Bible stories
?”

Abby’s eyes filled with tears. “If I start asking about Laura and Jake, if I hear they have missed me and suffer because of my absence, then I’ll go mad. I must stay strong by distracting myself from the circumstances and using my time wisely.” She swiped at her face with her sleeve. “Tell me that my sister has arrived and cares for my family.”

“
Jah
, Catherine has come to look after our young ones, but she’s not…you.”

“No, I suppose not. Each woman has her own way of cooking, baking, and ironing clothes. But I hope you’re not being too particular, Daniel Graber. If she stomps home, back to her own life, you’ll be stuck with cooking scrambled eggs three times a day.”

Daniel fought back bitter tears from his selfishness. Abby was worried about him instead of herself. “If I chase her off with my peculiar demands, it’ll serve me right. When does your lawyer think you can come home?” His voice crackled with emotion.

“When you pay the court half a million dollars.” She lifted her chin. “Because I don’t pose a flight risk, the attorney requested another hearing to reduce my bail, but we can’t be certain it will be granted. Hopefully, I won’t draw sour-faced Judge O’Neil next time.”

Don’t pose a flight risk…draw a sour-faced judge?
His sweet wife sounded like a city
Englischer
. Even her
Deutsch
accent had diminished. “Your
daed
and the ministerial brethren visited me the day before yesterday,” said Daniel. “They are undecided on the idea of using a bail bondman. They must hold a congregational meeting after the next preaching service. Your father fears the district will be divided on the matter. There’s never been anything like this before to set a precedent.”

Abby nodded, withdrawing her hands and folding them in front of her. “That is true, Daniel, but tell me about my father. How is he handling the shame of a daughter in jail? He’s not a young man anymore.” As visitors at the other tables stirred up a commotion, her words became barely audible.

Daniel considered how much to tell her. He couldn’t lie, but should she hear that her
daed
looked ten years older than the last time Daniel had seen him? “Don’t worry so much about others. Your father is a strong man whose faith will carry him through this ordeal. He is of the opinion that we should put the farm up as collateral. He’s even willing to offer his own home as collateral so that you could be free until the trial. It’s the ministers and the deacon who are undecided. And a bishop cannot behave in a certain fashion just because the member in question is his daughter.”

She sighed, her mouth turning down at the corners. “
Jah
, I suppose not, but I’m glad he hasn’t disowned me.”

“He loves you, Abby, but he must follow the
Ordnung
.” Daniel glanced up at the large clock hanging on the wall. He couldn’t remember how much time he would have with his wife. He sighed and inhaled deeply. “There is talk among the people. Word got around about the charges against you. No one understands how you could be charged with ‘practicing medicine without a license’
and
‘practicing midwifery without a license.’” He gazed at a multitattooed woman consoling an equally tattooed family member at the next table, wishing he didn’t have to broach this subject. When he turned back, Abby sat waiting, pale and deflated. “Is there more to what happened at the Fisher farm that night?”

She nodded with downcast eyes. “I knew if I couldn’t stop Mrs. Fisher’s hemorrhaging, she would die. So I gave her a shot to stop the bleeding. But the drug didn’t work, or it simply came too late. Ruth’s blood pressure fell so fast that her heart stopped.”

Daniel leaned across the table and gritted out his words between clenched teeth. “You have no idea that’s what happened. You couldn’t see inside that woman’s body.” He tried unsuccessfully to keep his voice down.

She shrugged. “That’s what the books say happens when a person bleeds to death, so I’m assuming that’s what took place with Mrs. Fisher. But it doesn’t matter now. She’s gone and nothing will bring her back.”

“It matters for you, Abigail, and for our family. I take it you weren’t supposed to have that drug in your possession,” he said. All this medical talk felt as alien to him as discussing the migratory patterns of wildlife on the African plains.

“No, but I told the paramedics. They had to know the dosage I gave so they could treat accordingly. I didn’t know what amount would be too much, or if the drug reacted badly with other medications.”

“Of course you wouldn’t know. You’re not a doctor.”

“I never said I was.” She jutted out her chin.

Her defensiveness began to irritate him. “Who else did you tell?”

“I told Dr. Weller when he called me the next day.” She began wringing her hands as though lathering them with soap.

“Didn’t you tell the sheriff when he arrived at the Fishers?”

“No, but not on purpose. Mr. Fisher was very upset—one minute sobbing incoherently and the next minute talking baby names as though nothing bad had happened. When the sheriff began writing up his report, I answered his questions but forgot to mention the shot of Pitocin.”

“Oh, Abigail, that’s what these charges are about. You had no business injecting a drug into a woman you didn’t even know and who wasn’t even a patient of Doc Weller. You shouldn’t have done that.” He felt foolish restating the obvious. “When did you tell the sheriff what you had done?”

“When he arrested me. You were standing right there.”

Daniel slapped a palm down on the table.

She glanced up with confusion. “I had to tell him what I’d done. I wasn’t about to lie. Is that what you would have me do—bear false witness?”

“No, of course not, but you shouldn’t have given that woman a shot in the first place. Administering medications to folks is business for English doctors, not Amish midwives. Your
daed
will not like hearing this.”

Her expression of confusion changed to alarm. “You plan to tell my father?”

“I don’t have a choice. He asked me to speak to you. How can he and the other brethren make a decision without knowing everything? Nobody understood why the charges against you were so serious.”

She sighed. “Tell whomever you wish.” She glanced around the room as though the discussion failed to hold her interest.

Daniel couldn’t fathom how a gentle soul, separated from her family, could remain so lackadaisical. “Abby, if you’re convicted of a felony, you could be sent to prison for many years. Do you fully understand the situation?”

“I think so. I might be convicted of dispensing medicine, of which I am guilty. But if I had to do it over, I don’t think I would have done anything differently.”

Daniel grabbed her hand. “You can’t be serious! If the judge hears you’re not sorry, that you don’t regret your lapse of judgment, he may…” Daniel tried to remember the English expression, “…throw the book at you.”

She stared at him blankly. “The apostle Paul wrote several books of the Bible while locked away in a Roman jail, including the book of Philippians. In that book he outlined the steps to obtain true joy in life.”

It was Daniel’s turn to stare.
Has a week in jail been long enough to change Abigail into a stranger?
“Do you fashion yourself to be an apostle? Do you see some connection between Paul’s persecution as a Christian and your present circumstances?”

Her pale complexion flushed to an unnaturally deep hue. “Oh, no. I didn’t mean it like that. I only meant that if God wants me locked up for attempting to save Ruth Fisher’s life, then I intend to use my time wisely. I’ve begun studying the Bible from the beginning. I wish to know more about the Hebrew prophets and the events before the Savior’s birth that determined His life on earth.”

Daniel noticed the other visitors hugging and rising to leave. He knew his time with his wife was almost over. “At least listen to your lawyer, Abby. I don’t want you to lie or withhold information, but please accept his counsel.” Daniel never thought he would be saying words like that. “If not for your sake, then for the sake of Laura and Jake.”

With the mention of her
kinner
, Abby’s face clouded with pain. “How are they? Do they miss me?”

“They are well, but of course they miss you. It takes great effort and many bedtime stories for Laura to fall asleep. Your
schwester
tries her best, but she is not you. Not with the children and certainly not in the kitchen.”

A ghost of a smile flitted across her face. “I hope God will forgive my vanity, but it does a wife’s heart good to hear she’s not easily replaced.”

“And I hope I’ll be forgiven for capturing my
kinner
’s image with a camera.” He drew out an old-fashioned Polaroid snapshot and passed it to her, blushing a bright hue. “I asked a tourist looking to buy eggs if she would take their picture and she did. I wanted you to have something to look at, to keep your spirits up while you’re in here.”

Abby looked shocked at first, but she smiled when she gazed on Laura and Jake playing on the swings. “
Danki
, but you shouldn’t have done this.” She tucked the photo into her pocket.

“It’s time. Let’s go, folks.” A harsh voice made the announcement over the loud speaker.

Daniel’s heart dropped into his stomach. There was so much he’d wanted to say, but he had used the time to prod, complain, and deliver advice. “We all miss you,
fraa
—me most of all, and not just your cooking. Please don’t be stubborn or willful. Come back to your family.”

“It’s not my choice that I remain here, Daniel. There is the small matter of half a million dollars.”

He struggled to his feet, while she rose with the smooth grace of a swan. “I’ll do what I can,” he said. “You have my word.”

“Tell Catherine I am in her debt. And be patient with her,
ehemann
. She has a gentle spirit and is easily hurt by strong words.” Abby offered a smile and walked toward the metal door across the room, calm and composed.