The Sound of Sleigh Bells (13 page)

L
izzy opened her stove and pulled out a pan of rolls. In spite of her many guests, she’d never felt so alone. She’d held on to her optimism that when Beth learned the truth, it might work out smoothly somehow, but now that she’d witnessed her niece’s reaction to Jonah, she knew it had been a false hope. Beth had shown no measure of openness toward him, and Jonah might find it easier to break through a solid oak door with his bare hands than to remain—or was it to become?—friends.

Lizzy could blame no one but herself, but she wanted a bit of comfort, which meant finding Omar. It was ridiculous to feel this way. She’d been a single adult, running her own life, for nearly twenty years. Whether her decisions were wise or stupid, she’d borne the weight of them without the arms of a man to shore her up. So why was this ache to be with him so strong that she couldn’t ignore it?

Tears threatened, and she grabbed her thickest sweater and slipped out the back door. At the second eight-foot grill, Omar stood without his coat on, basting chicken in barbecue sauce. It seemed a little cool not to have on a jacket. She moved in his direction, and the crowd of young people filling her yard seemed to fade away.

As if a match had been struck at midnight, she understood a dozen things about herself. She wasn’t worthy to become the wife of a bishop. She’d been meddlesome and used trickery to cover her deceit.

When Omar’s eyes met hers, her composure broke. Tears ran down her cheeks.

He moved to her.
“Was iss letz?”

The concern in his eyes as he asked what was wrong magnified her emotions. She shouldn’t be here, not if they meant to keep their relationship quiet. They’d agreed not to tell anyone until the time was right. Although they weren’t sure when that would be, they knew they’d know when it arrived—like knowing a hayfield was ready or the corn was ripe. Now she wondered if that time would ever come, because it seemed that Omar should be free of someone as foolish as she was.

He turned to Stephen. “Can you watch this grill? I’ll be back in just a few minutes.”

“Ya.”

He placed his hand under her forearm and guided her toward the carriage barn. “Kumm.” He opened the wooden door, and they stepped inside.

She paced back and forth in front of him. “I saw it, Omar. I saw the reason I meddled in Beth’s life. Why I lied to Jonah about who he was writing to. Even why I do these get-togethers year after year. And it scares me.”

“What did you see?”

“I thought it was because of what Beth needed. But that’s not it.” Her ego lunged forward, urging her not to say more, but she would. “I don’t want
anyone
spending their life alone, not if they don’t have to. All this time I thought I’d accepted God’s providence in the way my life went. I even thought I liked it. But now I discover…”

Omar stood in front of her, blocking her pacing. “That you’ve been lonelier than you knew?”

She nodded. “Beth was the best thing to ever happen to me. She filled my days like a daughter, and I wanted to prevent her from making wrong decisions.”

“All parents have to learn that a child’s path must be his or hers to choose, not Mamm’s or Daed’s to manipulate.”

“But what if my life has influenced hers too much? She attached herself to me before she was school age, and even before Henry I was afraid she’d want to follow my lead and live as a single businesswoman.”

Omar stepped closer. “I don’t think Beth’s struggles are because of who you are. I think she’s strong enough to get past what’s ailing her, with or without your”—he mockingly cleared his throat—“help.”

The longer she stood there, the more she knew that Omar deserved someone better. “What am I going to do if Beth gets hurt and it’s my fault? Or if she’s so angry she won’t even talk to me?”

He placed his hands on her shoulders. “Beth’s a hard one to figure out, but she loves you.”

She lowered her head. “That’s not the only reason I’m upset.”

He placed his warm fingers under her chin and tilted her face upward. “What else weighs on you?”

Fresh tears broke free. “I’m not worthy to be the wife of a bishop.”

“And I’m not worthy to be a bishop, but judging by how God replied to Moses when he said something similar, I don’t think He wants us wasting time moaning about it.”

“You need someone better, Omar.”

“And there will be times after we’re married when you’ll think the same thing—that you need someone better than me. I assure you of that.”

“Are you hearing me?”

“I am. You’re burdened with guilt over your dishonesty with Beth and Jonah. And because of that, you’re tempted to ruin all my future happiness.”

He placed his hands in hers, making her distress melt into a pool of warm security.

“I love you, Lizzy Hertzler And I’m glad you’re not perfect, because when we marry, it’d be awful to be the only one who’s ever wrong. I’ll tell you the truth. You wouldn’t have wanted to be my first wife, because I thought I was always right about everything. It took a long time for me to see that a head of a household or a head of several church districts can be just as wrong as anyone else.”

Desire swept through her at his openness, and she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “You’re something else nowadays. Ya?”

“I’m something all right.”

She chuckled. “I’d better go.”

Jonah had little to say as he sat at the supper table, but he enjoyed the banter. Tables filled every room in the house. The food and laughter during the meal held a pleasure of their own. He lost track of the conversation a few times due to differences in the region’s Pennsylvania Dutch. Each state, and sometimes each area, had its own dialect of the language. When not trying to decipher the unfamiliar words, he met a lot of people, including Beth’s Daed, a married brother who’d been helping grill meat, and two of her sisters, still young enough to be in their
rumschpringe
—their running-around years.

“I’m not going to the bonfire without Bethie,” Fannie, the older of the two sisters, boldly stated to those at the table. “Not again this year.”

It wasn’t long before ten or twelve of those near her agreed. They’d take a wagon across the road and refuse to leave until she joined them. Jonah wanted to see who would win this battle.

After dinner he stepped out onto the front porch. Sunlight had faded, and a golden harvest moon hung on the horizon. Through a second-story window of the store, he saw the dim glow of a kerosene lamp.

When everyone had boarded a chosen hay-filled wagon, he watched as one wagonload of youth went across the road and parked in the grass under the window where the light shone. They taunted Beth by calling her name over and over again. A minute later she came onto the porch, leaned over the railing so she could peer around the side of the house, said her piece, and went back inside. He might have laughed, but the need to tell her the truth blocked all possibility of levity.

Lizzy joined him on the porch. “What are they doing?” She pointed at two young men who’d gotten out of the wagon. One had a baseball bat, and the other pitched a ball to him, using the side of the store as a backstop.

Lizzy pulled her sweater tighter around her. “Those teens have gotten caught up in their fun-time mood and aren’t thinking. Come with me.”

He followed her down the stairs and across the street.

“Schtobbe!”
Her command to stop was interrupted by the sound of breaking glass and a yelp from inside the building. The guys ran around the side of the house, heading for the porch of the store, but Lizzy beat them to it.

“No way. You keep that bat and your wildness out of the store. Gross Dank.” She looked through the small crowd until her eyes found Jonah. “Jonah, check on Beth and the damage, please.”

He wasn’t sure of his motive, but he wasted no time going inside. A second-story window had been broken by the foul ball, so he looked for a set of steps. A glance through one door revealed a small office. His carving took up a third of her desk. He opened another door and found the stairs. With the aid of his cane, he soon stood at the open door of a small apartment, tapping on it.

Beth called out to him from another room. “I don’t think the idea of a home run is to hit the ball into someone’s home and then run.”

She didn’t sound angry, but he couldn’t really tell.

“Jake Glick, if you want this ball, you’ll come in here and help clean up this mess.” Her tone sounded like a big sister correcting a sibling.

Jonah eased inside, feeling odd standing in her bedroom, but it was just inside the threshold of the stairway. Her voice came from his right, a kitchen by the looks of it. He moved to the doorway.

“You know, there are better ways of getting my little sister’s atten—” Beth looked up and stopped midsentence. “You’re not my sister’s beau.”

“I realize that.” He hoped she took his words as he meant them, like a playful tease.

Suppressing a smile, she placed several large pieces of glass into a trash can.

He gripped his cane, easing some pressure off his bad leg. “Lizzy wouldn’t let the culprits come into her store.”

Beth grabbed the ball from the table and tossed it to him. “For their sake or the store’s?”

He caught it, feeling the sting of the force from her throw. “Well, I thought for the store’s, but I’m beginning to wonder…”

She blinked, and then a sweet, genuine smile shone through, hinting at the woman he thought her to be. “They’ll want that ball back, and now you have it.”

Amused at her polite dismissal, he tossed the ball through the broken window. “And now they have—”

“Ouch,” someone bellowed from below.

Beth’s beautiful eyes grew large, and she covered her mouth with her hand as she moved to the window.

“Denki,” a young man’s voice said cheerfully.

Beth waved at someone below, and when she looked back at Jonah—her eyes filled with mischievous humor—they both broke into laughter.

A stack of paper lay on the table beside the lantern. His name was written across the top of one page, but it had no other words. The gift box he’d carved sat beside her pen. He dreaded the thought of telling her who he was, but he had no choice.

Procrastinating, he misdirected the conversation. “You don’t do hayrides, Beth?”

She shrugged. “Not anymore.”

“You think you’ve outgrown them?”

“Mostly I fear for those who will think they’ve found the right person to build a life with before the night is through.”

“And you’re sure they’ll be wrong?”

She shrugged again.

He grabbed a broom from the corner. “I know you have an opinion.”

“How can you possibly
know
that?” She placed the dustpan on the floor.

With gentle caution he swept shards into it. “Because your eyes said so.”

Her head tilted downward so that she wasn’t looking at him, but her aura, as deep and rich as her letters, filled the air. “I can tell you, but you won’t like me at all once I do.”

Unable to imagine not liking this woman, he chuckled. “I’d like to know.”

“The men go because they hope to find a girl who will always be like she is now. They hope her beauty will never change and her attention will stay fully centered on him the way it is tonight. And the girls go in hope of finding a man who will always be as gentlemanly and kind as he is on the hayride.” She took a pan full of glass to the trash and dumped it. “True love has more facets than a lifetime can explore. I’ve seen it. But it’s not found in nights like tonight—where strangers meet and sparks fly.”

He wondered why she felt so sure of her opinion. “But if it’s impossible for love to start through the meeting of two people, where is it found?”

When she raised an eyebrow, seemingly growing leery of him, he knew it was time to stop the small talk and tell her the truth. There wouldn’t be a better time.

“I need to—”

“Beth. Beth. Beth.” The chant started again, rattling the remaining broken glass in the window’s frame.

She growled softly. “I thought they’d left for the bonfire by now.” She motioned toward the door. “Go, and tell them I’m not coming.”

“The window needs boarding up. It’s going to be a very cool night.”

“I’ll handle it. Just go convince them that they can’t annoy me into going.”

“But we need to talk.”

When a look of concern flashed through her eyes, he knew he’d stepped too close, but she tried to cover her discomfort with a polite smile. “We’ve talked plenty, but denki.”

The wind carried the chant through the window. “Beth. Beth. Beth.”

“Please.” She elongated the word.

Part of him wanted to leave, to not tell her anything. Not yet. It made sense to wait until Lizzy wasn’t so busy with guests and, if Beth had a screaming fit, until there weren’t so many to hear her private business.

“Beth,” a man called from the foot of the steps.

“Ya, Daed?” she hollered.

“I heard you have a busted window.” His heavy footsteps started up the stairway.

She turned to Jonah. “See, I have help with the window. What I need is that crowd to leave me alone.”