Promised to Another (23 page)

Would Joshua enjoy watching this ritual? Maybe he’d offer to do it for her.

Her face heated at the thought of marriage, and at the realization of the intimacy it would bring. Her stomach fluttered as she remembered the feel of Joshua’s fingers trailing gently across her face, down her neck.

Beyond that, she had no experience. She would be found wanting. Was this fear normal? None of her close friends was married yet, though both Becky Troyer and Shanna Stoltzfus would be in December. Were they scared, too?

She would try to visit Becky sometime tomorrow, before Tony took Daed to the hospital to pick up Joshua. Surely, Becky would be able to offer some consolation—once she’d gotten past the shock at Annie’s announcement.

Or maybe Annie would be expected to go along to obtain the marriage license. Did she have to be there?

Tomorrow would be her wedding night, which meant that tonight would be her last evening spent alone. Soon, she’d be the frau of a man who’d been forced to marry her. She picked up her nightgown, clutched it to her chest, and then curled up in a ball on her bed to cry.

She must have fallen asleep, because the next time she checked the battery-operated clock on her bedside table, it read six o’clock. She’d overslept! The aroma of koffee wafted up from the kitchen, along with muted tones of conversation.

Her wrist was stiff, but she gritted her teeth and eased her way out of yesterday’s clothes. After she’d put on a fresh dress and washed up, she hurried downstairs. Aaron sat at the kitchen table, holding a spoonful of oatmeal halfway to his mouth. When he saw Annie, he lowered his spoon and jumped up to enfold her in a hug. “Annie! Are you all right? Let me see.” He gently raised her splinted wrist to study it. “Is it broken?”

“Nein. A moderately bad sprain, they said.”

“Cathy is still in bed. I can’t believe she broke her arm! I took her breakfast upstairs, as she won’t even try to get out of bed. It’s a miracle the four of you lived, and that the worst of the injuries were broken bones. Sorry about Penny. I’ll keep an eye out for a gut horse for you. I’ve got one in mind, actually.”

“Danki.” Annie lowered her eyes. “But did they tell you the rest?”

Aaron cleared his throat nervously. “Jah. Never would have dreamed this one up. A forced marriage for kissing? Most of the teens in the district…well, some, at the very least…uh, never mind. Bishop Sol is outside with Daed right now, hopefully explaining things. Daed said he was going to talk with him about postponing the wedding.” He paused. “I did your chores and Cathy’s this morgen.”

“Danki, Aaron.”

“You just hurry up and get well.”

“I want to run down to Becky’s as soon as I’ve eaten breakfast.” Annie picked up a clean bowl and dished herself some oatmeal. She topped it with a lump of brown sugar and a splash of cream, then sat down at the table. “But I expect Mamm will need me, with Cathy out of commission. There’s laundry, and so much else to do….” And she had all the time in the world, now that she no longer had a classroom of scholars to teach.

Aaron shrugged. “I doubt if you’ll need to go to Becky’s. When Bishop Sol first arrived, he told Mamm that the women would help for a few days, so Becky will probably kum here. With Mamm’s injuries, and now yours and Cathy’s…I expect we’ll be babied for a while.”

Annie couldn’t remember Aaron ever talking so much. He was a regular wealth of information this morning. She bowed her head for silent prayer, but her mind was still so jumbled, she couldn’t formulate an articulate thought. Hopefully, God could decipher her groans, instead.

***

Joshua was dressed and fidgeting impatiently by the time Isaac strode into his room. The doctor had already been in to release him, but he hadn’t been told a word about David’s status, due to some patient privacy act.

Bishop Sol might know, or maybe David’s host parents, but Joshua wasn’t sure how that would work. Would they have to wait in ignorance until David’s parents arrived from Pennsylvania? He walked down the hall to his old room, thankfully without the IV pole this time, but no one was there. Just two empty beds, waiting for a couple of new patients.

That didn’t look good.

Isaac came into his room around seven thirty, carrying a clean change of clothes. He set them on the bed beside Joshua, then surveyed him, pulling at his beard. “So, the other room wasn’t gut enough? You and David had to be separated?”

“David had trouble breathing. He passed out, and his skin turned a grayish color. A nurse moved me out. They won’t tell me anything more.”

“Hmm. Bishop Sol went to see where they moved David. But it isn’t likely he’ll be released today. My frau had to stay here awhile after her accident.” He grunted. “Well, you ought to change clothes and get ready to go.”

Joshua nodded. He wouldn’t bring up the nightmare he’d had about being forced to marry Annie. If it had really happened, Isaac would have said something about it. And there was no point in embarrassing himself by talking about something that couldn’t possibly be true. He was just glad to be off of whatever drug they’d pumped into him through the IV feed. Glad to be finished with those hallucinations. He shook his head, and the movement caused his head to ache even more. He lifted his hands and rubbed his temples.

“Still in a lot of pain?” Isaac sounded sympathetic.

“Jah. Moving doesn’t help.”

“It probably won’t feel too gut riding in the van over the bumpy dirt roads.”

Joshua sucked in a breath. It wouldn’t. But he didn’t have a choice. Nor could he choose another place to lay his head tonight, unless he opted for the porch just to avoid having to take the stairs.

His body hurt just thinking about them.

“I’ll go get changed.” Joshua gathered up the clothes Isaac had brought and headed for the bathroom.

Isaac nodded. “Annie is waiting in the car. The bishop will be going with us to the courthaus to apply for a marriage license. And, Joshua? You won’t hurt Annie by refusing this.”

Joshua froze in his tracks, then turned to look at Isaac. Met his steady gaze. Studied him in silence for a minute. So, it hadn’t been a nightmare. Annie was in the car, ready to go get the marriage license that would seal their union. “I wouldn’t dream of hurting her,” he said, as reality continued to sink in. “But I thought I’d talk to Bishop Sol about waiting the usual two weeks.”

Isaac shook his head. “I tried. He’s insisting it be done immediately. Everyone’s been notified…the word is out.” He frowned and tugged at his beard. “I don’t know.”

Joshua cleared his throat and looked Isaac in the eyes again. “Well, then. I’d hoped to marry her, anyway.”

Isaac crossed the room, grasped Joshua’s hand, and squeezed it. “Tell her that. You must tell her that.” He released him.

Joshua nodded. Then, he went into the bathroom, shut the door, and changed clothes before coming out again. “I’m ready to go.” He took a step toward the hallway, then hesitated and looked back at Isaac. “How does Annie feel about this marriage? Did they force her to kum, or did she kum willingly?” He needed to know. Because, if she’d been forced, if she didn’t want this, then he
would
back out.

Isaac sighed. “She came willingly. No one forced her. Maybe she feels hopeful. Probably scared. Confused. I know she desperately needs your reassurance.”

Hopeful about what? He couldn’t ask that. The scared part, he could relate to. “Terrified” was probably a more accurate description of his feelings. He’d do his best to reassure her.

When Joshua motioned toward the door, Isaac held up a hand. “Hospital policy. You have to be wheeled out in a chair.”

Joshua huffed. “I can walk.”

“The nurse is bringing a wheelchair. We’ll wait.” Isaac gestured toward the bed. “Have a seat.”

Accustomed to obeying his elders without question, Joshua went back to the bed and perched on the edge. “I hope the nurse doesn’t take long. I’m ready to get back to work. Back to real food.”

Isaac chuckled. “With jalapeños?”

Joshua grinned. “Without, but danki.”

“I talked to your daed last nacht.” Isaac studied his fingernails. “He and your mamm are planning to kum out for Thanksgiving.”

“Did you tell them about the accident?”

Isaac shrugged. “Jah. They needed to know. You may be a man, but they are still your parents. They are getting word to David’s folks. Everyone is very concerned.”

It looked like Isaac wanted to say more, but Bishop Sol came into the room. “Getting information from this place is like pulling teeth. I had to show a medical power of attorney for David to have a surgery on his arm yesterday because the injury wasn’t life threatening. Gut thing I thought to ask the buwe in the swap to bring that. But then, I had to wait for them to verify they had a copy to get information about David. What’s the holdup in here?”

“Waiting on a wheelchair,” Isaac replied. “Hospital policy.”

The bishop grunted.

“How is David? What was wrong?” Joshua got to his feet again.

“I forget the exact medical term, but there was an unexpected blood clot that started in his shattered arm and ended up in his heart or near it. Could have killed him. Actually, the doctor said he did die, technically, but they were able to revive him. Gut thing you were there paying attention to him, Joshua.”

A nurse came into the room, wheeling a chair. “Here we go. Sorry that took so long. I thought we had one down at the end of the hall, but someone else must have used it. I had to hunt awhile.” She pushed the footrests out of the way and smiled at Joshua. “Hop in and make yourself comfortable.”

“Is this really necessary?” Joshua eyed the chair. “I can walk.”

“Hospital policy,” she chirped.

With a sigh, Joshua complied.

The nurse adjusted the footrests, then produced a white plastic bag and plopped it in his lap. “Gifts to remember your visit by.”

Joshua peeked inside. A small box of Kleenex, the toothbrush and toothpaste they’d provided for him to use, a bottle of hand lotion, and a few other items. “Thank you.”

As she wheeled him out of the room, Joshua looked over his shoulder. “Can I stop to see David real quick?”

Bishop Sol shook his head. “He was moved down to a more critical care section, where the nurses will pay closer attention to him until he’s out of danger. When he’s moved back to a regular room, you can kum visit.”

***

Annie returned home in shock. They’d obtained a marriage license. Now, all that was left was the marriage. And the ceremony would be over by noon. There’d be a big meal to get through, and then people would linger for most of the day, singing and visiting.

It’d been hard enough facing Joshua at the hospital. But then, going with him into the courthaus, applying for the license, her mind numb with resolve…he’d barely looked at her. Hadn’t touched her. Hadn’t spoken, except for a whispered “We must talk later.” So different from what she’d imagined whenever she’d thought of applying for marriage. Instead of the joyful event it was supposed to be, it had been entirely somber. The wedding was supposed to be joyful, too. Of course, she hadn’t been to many, seeing how they were held during school hours, and she’d always had to be with her scholars.

She shook her head. That wasn’t an issue any longer.

How ever would she face Joshua when the time came to wed?

Then, she thought of Luke. Had he heard? There was at least one blessing to come from this: she wouldn’t have to deal with his unwelcome attention anymore.

Aaron hadn’t lied. The women of the district had descended upon the haus in droves. They carried casseroles, cakes, cookies, cold meats, canned goods, and cleaning supplies. Some of them openly studied Annie’s waistline, making her cringe. She wouldn’t be the first to marry due to the suspicion of pregnancy.

But she would probably be the first to marry in brown.

Becky was there, thank goodness. She put her eleven-month-old boppli, Emma, in a playpen in the kitchen. Then, she snagged a basket filled with cleaning supplies, along with a yellow plastic bag, and gently pulled Annie toward the stairs. “We need to talk.”

Annie nodded. “I’ve got so much to tell you.”