I’m going home to get some of my clothes and a few other things,” Luke told John after they’d finished work for the day.
“No problem,” John said. “You’ve got a key to the shop, so when you get back, let yourself in and you can settle into the back room.”
Luke smiled. “I sure appreciate this, John.”
John thumped Luke on the back. “Not a problem. I’m heading over to my place now to get a few more things you might need. If I don’t see you when you get back with your clothes, I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Thanks.” Luke headed for his truck. He hoped Pop wasn’t home from work yet. The last thing he needed was another confrontation, which would probably lead to a full-blown argument. He wasn’t as concerned about seeing Mom, except that she might get emotional and beg him to come home and make restitution. Why couldn’t his folks allow him to go through rumschpringe the way other fellows his age did, without laying down so many rules and stipulations? Others he knew had trucks and cars. Why couldn’t he?
Luke loosened his grip on the steering wheel. He needed to be calm when he arrived home.
As Grace stood at the kitchen sink, peeling potatoes for supper, she struggled to stay focused on the job at hand. For a long time after Carl had left this morning, she’d paced the floor, asking God to give her the wisdom to know how to tell Anna that her English grandfather had come for a visit. At least Grace hoped it was just for a visit. What if Carl had been lying when he’d said he hadn’t come to take Anna away?
The back door opened and slammed shut. “Guess what, Mama?” Anna asked, as she burst into the kitchen. “Karen Miller’s got twin baby sisters!”
“That’s exciting news.” Grace motioned to the umbrella stand near the door. “Put your umbrella and coat away, and then you can have some hot chocolate and cookies while you tell me about it.”
“That sounds appeditlich.”
Grace smiled. “I think hot chocolate and cookies are always delicious.”
A short time later, they sat at the table, each holding a cup of hot chocolate with a plate of cookies between them.
Between bites of cookie and slurps of hot chocolate, Anna told Grace about Karen’s news and that her parents had named the babies Lorine and Corine. When Anna finished her story, she turned to Grace and said, “I wish I had somethin’ exciting to share with the kinner at school.”
“Are you hoping another boppli will be added to our family?” Grace asked.
Anna shook her head. “Not unless it can be a baby sister this time.”
Grace chuckled and patted Anna’s hand. “If and when I have another boppli, it will be up to God to decide whether it’ll be a buwe or a maedel.”
Anna nodded and reached for another cookie. “Where’s Daniel? How come he’s not eatin’ cookies with us?”
“Your little bruder was fussy most of the afternoon, so I put him down for a nap about an hour ago. He’s still sleeping.”
Anna’s eyebrows drew together. “I’m glad I don’t have to take naps anymore. When I was livin’ with Poppy and Grandma Davis, I had to take a nap every day.”
Grace flinched. Should she tell Anna about Carl having been here earlier today? She’d wanted to discuss things with Cleon first and had hoped he would help her decide the best way to tell Anna. She’d gone out to the barn to speak with him earlier, but Dad had said Cleon was out making some deliveries.
Maybe I should tell Anna now. Grace opened her mouth, but a shrill cry coming from upstairs halted her words.
“Daniel’s awake,” Anna announced.
“You finish your cookies, and I’ll go get him,” Grace said with a nod. Maybe it was better that she hadn’t said anything yet. It might be best to wait and talk to Cleon first.
Martha had just started down the road after leaving her job at the Schrocks’ house, when a truck passed, going in the opposite direction. She thought she recognized the driver, and when he rolled down the window and motioned her to pull over, she knew it was Luke.
Martha guided her horse and buggy to the side of the road and waited for Luke to turn his truck around and park behind her. When he stepped up to the driver’s side of her buggy, she opened the door.
“I’m glad to see you,” he said breathlessly. “Something happened today, and I wanted to let you know.”
“It’s starting to rain,” she said. “Why don’t you get in and tell me about it?”
Luke climbed into the buggy as soon as Martha slid to the passenger’s side. “I moved out of my folks’ house this morning,” he said.
Martha’s mouth dropped open. “Why?”
“I had a disagreement with my daed because I got home late last night.” Luke grunted. “He said if I didn’t sell my truck and join the church, I’d have to move out.”
“But that’s lecherich. A lot of Amish fellows going through rumschpringe have cars or trucks.”
Luke nodded. “It might seem ridiculous to you and me, but not to Pop. He’s got old-fashioned ideas, and he’s been after me to sell my truck ever since he found out I had one and kept it hidden in the woods.” He grunted again. “I wish Toby hadn’t told them I had it.”
Martha’s heart went out to Luke. She could see by the droop of his shoulders and the pinched look on his face that he was grieving over this conflict with his folks. “What are you going to do now? Have you found another place to stay?”
“Jah. John said I could sleep in the back room of his shop until I find something more permanent.” He motioned to his truck. “I just came from my house, where I picked up my clothes and few personal items. Thankfully, my folks weren’t at home, or I’m sure we’d have ended up in another disagreement.”
She touched his arm. “I’m sorry, Luke.”
“Maybe it’s for the best,” he said with a shrug. “Living away from home without Pop watching my every move will give me a better chance to play detective.”
“I suppose. Even so—”
“What’s new with you?” he asked, changing the subject. “Have you found any more clues or done more investigating?”
She shook her head. “Not really, although I did see our neighbor, Ray Larson, looking over at our place this morning with his binoculars.”
Luke’s eyes narrowed. “Any idea why?”
“I went over there and asked. He said he was looking for some unusual bird he’d seen earlier.”
“Did you believe him?”
“I guess so.” Martha shivered, as a gust of wind blew in through the cracks around the opening of the buggy flap. “I know it’s ridiculous, but I’m starting to think everyone I know is a suspect.”
“Does that include me?”
She shook her head. “No, Luke. Not anymore.”
Luke reached for Martha’s hand. “It’s nice to know at least one member of the Hostettler family believes I’m innocent. I just wish I could prove it to everyone else.”