Rebecca's Bouquet

The Amish Christmas Kitchen
(with Kelly Long and Jennifer Beckstrand)

 

 

REBECCA'S BOUQUET

Lisa Jones Baker

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Table of Contents

A
CKNOWLEDGMENTS

First of all, I thank my Lord and Savior for blessing me with publication after twenty-four years of prayers to see my work in print. Numerous individuals contributed to this story. Very special thanks to my mother, Marcia Baker, the most patient person in the world, for listening to me read REBECCA'S BOUQUET and other novels out loud for the past two decades, and to the world's best sister, Beth Zehr, for creating my website and spending countless hours taking on my computer challenges. Huge thanks to the Welcome Center, the Cheese Festival folks, the wonderful family who allowed me to join them in their home for a
fabulous
Amish dinner, and the friendly people of Arthur, Illinois, who've answered my questions. I've tremendously enjoyed the horse-and-buggy rides. My gratitude to the talented woodworkers who offered me an inside view of furniture making over eight years ago when I commenced this novel. This particular experience sparked the idea for Daniel's cabinet shop. I wish to extend my appreciation to the following authors:
New York Times
Bestseller Joan W. Anderson for her review and great support; Lisa Norato, true friend, writing confidante, and critique partner for over twenty years; Gina Welborn, who, through a contest entry, introduced me to my fabulous agent, Tamela Hancock Murray. Many thanks to Evansville postal employee, Rob Carpenter, for taking time to answer my questions; Steve Biever, AIFD, of It Can Be Arranged floral shop in Evansville; and also to Becky for so graciously providing me with tremendous insight about the floral business. Thanks to my computer experts: Gary Kerr, Doug Zehr, nieces Brooke and Brittany, and the Geek Squad team in Bloomington, Illinois. Thanks to Amber Kauffman, former executive director, Illinois Amish Interpretive Center. A special, heartfelt thank-you to my Amish go-to girl, who prefers to remain anonymous while loyally reading early drafts of my books, cover to cover. Last, but certainly not least, a huge thank-you to my fabulous editor, Selena James, and everyone at Kensington who has helped with the production of this book.

Chapter One

His announcement took her by surprise. Rebecca Sommer met William's serious gaze and swallowed. The shadow from his hat made his expression impossible to read.

“You're really leaving?”

He fingered the black felt on the brim. “I know what a shock this is. Believe me, I never expected to hear that Dad had a heart attack.”

“Do they expect a full recovery?”

William nodded. “But the docs say it will be a while before he works again. Right now, they can't even guess at a time line. In the meantime, Beth's struggling to take care of him.”

While Rebecca considered the news, the warm June breeze rustled the large, ear-shaped leaves on the catalpa tree. The sun peeked from behind a large marshmallow cloud, as if deciding whether or not to appear. In the distance, a sleek black gelding clomped its hooves against the earth.

Pools of dust stirred, swirling and quickly disappearing. Lambs frolicked across the parcel of pasture separating the Sommer home from Old Sam Beachy's bright red barn. From where they stood, Rebecca could barely glimpse the orange YIELD sign on the back of the empty buggy parked next to the house.

“I'm the only person Dad trusts with his business.” William paused and lowered his voice. “Beth wants me to come to Indiana and run his cabinet shop, Rebecca.”

The news caused a wave of anxiety to roll through Rebecca's chest. She wrung her hands together in a nervous gesture. A long silence ensued as she thought of William leaving, and her shoulders grew tense. Not even the light, sweet fragrance floating from her mother's rose garden could take away Rebecca's anxiety.

When she finally started to respond, William held up a defensive hand. “It's just until he's back on his feet. This may not be such a bad thing. The experience might actually benefit us.”

Rebecca raised a curious brow. The breeze blew a chestnut-brown hair out of place, and she quickly tucked it back under her
kapp
. Her gaze drifted from his face to his rolled-up sleeves.

Tiny freckles decorated his nose, giving him a youthful appearance. But there was nothing boyish about his square jaw or broad shoulders that tried to push their way out of his shirt. Her heart skipped a beat. She lifted her chin, and their eyes locked in understanding.

William smiled a little. “One of these days, we'll run our own company.” He winked. “Don't worry.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. For one blissful, hopeful moment, she trusted everything would be okay. It wasn't those simple two words that reassured her, but the tender, persuasive way William said them. The low, steady tone in which he spoke could convince Rebecca of almost anything.

The warm pink glow on his cheeks made Rebecca's pulse pick up speed. As he looked at her for a reaction, her lips lifted into a wide smile. At the same time, it was impossible to stop the nervous rising and falling of her chest.

She'd never dreamed of being without William. Even temporarily. At the young age of eighteen, she hadn't confronted such a difficult issue.

But her church teachers and parents had raised her to deal with obstacles. Fortunately, they had prepared her to be strong and to pray for guidance. As she stared at her beloved flower garden, her thoughts became more chaotic.

The clothes on the line rose and fell with the warm summer breeze. Their fresh, soapy scent floated through the air. She surely had greater control over her destiny than the wet garments, whose fate was dependent on the wind. She and William could get through this. They loved each other. God would take care of them, wouldn't He?

She glanced up at William. The way the sun hit him at an angle made him look even taller than his six feet and two inches. He'd always been bigger and stronger than other kids his age.

The gray flecks in his deep blue eyes danced to a mysterious tune as he darted her a grin. When she looked into those dark pools, she could drown in happiness. But today, even the warmth emanating from his smile couldn't stop the concern that edged her voice. “Don't worry? But I do, William. What about . . .”

“Us?”

She nodded.

He leveled his gaze so that she looked directly at him. “Nothing has changed. We'll still get married in November after the harvest.”

Rebecca hesitated. She couldn't believe William would really leave Arthur, Illinois. But his reason was legitimate. His father needed him. She wasn't selfish, and asking him to stay would be.

Circumstances were beyond her control. What could she do? The question nagged at her until frustration set in. Within a matter of minutes, her world had changed, and she fought to adjust. She nervously tapped the toe of her black shoe against the ground.

As she crossed her arms over her chest, she wished they could protect her from the dilemma she faced. Her brows narrowed into a frown, and a long silence ensued. She looked at him, hoping for an answer. Seeking even a hint of a solution.

To her surprise, William teased, “Rebecca, stop studying me like I'm a map of the world.”

His statement broke the tension, and she burst into laughter because a map of the world was such a far stretch from what she'd been thinking.

“Of course, you've got to help your folks, William. I know how much Daniel's business means to him. You certainly can't let him lose it. I can imagine the number of cabinets on order.”

Surprised and relieved that her voice sounded steady, Rebecca's shoulders trembled as the thought of William leaving sank in. They'd grown up together and hadn't spent a day without seeing one another.

She stopped a moment and considered Daniel and Beth Conrad. Nearly a decade ago, William's mamma had died, and Daniel had married Beth.

He was a skilled cabinetmaker. It was no surprise that people from all over the United States ordered his custom-made pieces. Rebecca had seen samples of his elegant, beautiful woodworking.

A thought popped into Rebecca's mind, and she frowned. “William, you seem to be forgetting something very important. Daniel and Beth . . . They're English.”

He nodded. “Don't think I haven't given that consideration.”

“I don't want to sound pessimistic, but how will you stay Amish in their world?”

He shrugged. “They're the same as us, really.”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course they are. But the difference between our lifestyle and theirs is night and day. How can you expect to move in with them and be compatible?”

William hooked his fingers over his trouser pockets, looked down at the ground and furrowed a brow. Rebecca smiled. She knew him so well. Whenever something bothered him, he did this. Rebecca loved the intense look on his face when he worried. The small indentation in his chin intensified.

What fascinated her most, though, were the mysterious gray flecks that danced in his eyes. When he lifted his chin, those flecks took on a metallic appearance. Mesmerized, Rebecca couldn't stop looking at them.

Moments later, as if having made an important decision, he stood still, moved his hands to his hips, and met her gaze with a nod.

In a more confident tone, he spoke. “It will be okay, Rebecca. Don't forget that Dad was Amish before he married Beth. He was raised with the same principles as us. Just because he's English now doesn't mean he's forgotten everything he learned. No need to worry. He won't want me to change.”

“No?”

William gave a firm shake of his head. “Of course not. In fact, I'm sure he'll insist that I stick to how I was brought up. Remember, he left me with Aenti Sarah and Uncle John when he remarried. Dad told me that raising me Amish was what my mother would have expected. The
Ordnung
was important to her. And keeping the faith must have also been at the top of Dad's list to have left me here. Nothing will change, Rebecca.”

Rebecca realized that she was making too much out of William's going away. After all, it was only Indiana. Not the North Pole! Suddenly embarrassed at her lack of strength, she looked down at the hem of her dress before gazing straight into his eyes. He moved so close, his warm breath caressed her bottom lip, and it quivered. Time seemed to stand still while she savored the silent mutual understanding between them. That unique, unexplainable connection that she and William had.

“I've always read that things happen for a reason,” William mentioned.

“Me too.” Rebecca also knew the importance of the Ordnung. And she knew William's mamma, Miriam, would have wanted him to stay in the faith that had meant everything to her.

As if sensing her distress, he interlaced his fingers together in front of him. His hands were large. She'd watched those very hands lift heavy bales of hay.

“Who knows? Maybe this is God's way of testing me.”

Rebecca gave an uncertain roll of her eyes. “Talk to your aunt and uncle. They'll know what's best. After all, they've raised you since your father remarried.”

The frustration in William's voice lifted a notch. “I already did. It's hard to convince them that what I'm doing is right.” He lowered his voice. “You know how they feel. When Dad left the faith, he deserted me. But even so, I can't turn my back on him.”

“Of course not.”

“Aenti Sarah's concerned that people will treat me differently when I come back. She wants to talk to the bishop and get his permission. If that makes her feel better, then I'm all for it.”

“If he'll give his blessing.”

William nodded in agreement.

“But we're old enough to think for ourselves, William. When we get married and raise our family, we can't let everyone make up our minds for us.”

He raised a brow. “You're so independent, Miss Rebecca.”

She smiled a little.

A mischievous twinkle lightened his eyes.

“Your decision shouldn't be based on what people think,” Rebecca said. “If we made choices to please others, we'd never win. Deep down inside, we have to be happy with ourselves. So you've got to do what's in your heart. And no one can decide that but you.”

The expression that crossed his face suddenly became unreadable. She tilted her head and studied him with immense curiosity. “What are you thinking?”

His gray flecks repeated that metallic appearance. “Rebecca, you're something else.”

A surge of warmth rushed through her.

“I can't believe your insight.” He blinked in amazement. “You're an angel.” His voice was low and soft. She thought he was going to kiss her. But he didn't. William followed the church rules. But Rebecca wouldn't have minded breaking that one.

In a breathless voice, she responded, “Thank you for that.”

As if suddenly remembering the crux of their conversation, William returned to the original topic. “I've assured Aenti Sarah and Uncle John that I won't leave the Amish community. That I'll come back, and we'll get married. They finally justified letting me leave by looking at this as an opportunity to explore
Rumspringa
.”

Rebecca grinned. “I guess that's one way to look at it.” Rumspringa was the transition time between adolescence and adulthood when an Amish youth could try things before deciding whether to join the faith for him—or herself. She even had a friend who had gone as far as to get a driver's license.

He paused. “Rebecca, I know we didn't plan on this.” His voice grew more confident as he continued. “You've got to understand that I love you more than anything in the world. Please tell me you'll wait for me. I give you my word that this move is only temporary. As soon as Dad's on his feet again, I'll come home. Promise.”

As William committed, Rebecca took in his dark brown hair. The sun's brightness lightened it to the color of sand. For a moment, his features were both rugged and endearing. Rebecca's heart melted.

Her voice softened. “How long do you think you'll stay?”

William pressed his lips together thoughtfully. “Good question. Hopefully, he'll be back to work in no time. His customers depend on him, and according to Beth, he has a long list of orders for cabinets to produce and deliver. He's a strong man, Rebecca. He'll be okay.”

“I believe that. I'll never forget when he came into town last year to see you.” She giggled. “Remember his fancy car?”

William chuckled. “He sure enjoys the luxuries of the English. I wish our community wouldn't be so harsh on him. He's really Amish at heart.”

William hesitated. “I used to resent that he left me.”

Long moments passed in silence. He stepped closer and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Rebecca, you've become unusually quiet. And you didn't answer my question.”

She raised an inquisitive brow.

“Will you wait for me?”

Her thoughts were chaotic. For something to do, she looked down and flattened her hands against her long, brown dress. She realized how brave William was and recalled the scandal Daniel Conrad had made when he married outside of the faith and had moved to the country outside of Evansville, Indiana. She raised her chin to look at William's face. Mamma always told her that a person's eyes gave away his feelings.

The tongue could lie. But not the eyes. William's intriguing flecks had become a shade lighter, dancing with hope and sincerity. His cheeks were flushed.

“William, you've got to do this.” She let out a small, thoughtful sigh. “I remember a particular church sermon from a long time ago. The message was that our success in life isn't determined by making easy choices. It's measured by how we deal with difficult issues. And leaving Arthur is definitely a tough decision.”