Ruth’s heart hammered so hard she feared it might burst open. “What was it?” she asked when Martin returned to the house. “What caused that horrible noise?”
“It’s nothing to worry about,” he said, taking a seat beside her. “Someone blew up one of the outhouses.”
“What?” Ruth touched his arm. “Oh, Martin, have the attacks on my family begun again?”
“I don’t think so. Some of the fellows were outside snickering, so I’m pretty sure they had something to do with the outhouse blowing up.”
“How can you be so sure? I mean, with all the other things that have gone on—”
He smiled and took her hand. “It wasn’t an attack—just some tomfoolery going on with some of the single fellows who wanted to be sure we remembered our special day.”
“I’ll always remember our wedding day.” Ruth’s voice was thick with emotion. “We sure didn’t need some verhuddelt friends of yours blowing up an outhouse in order to make this day special.”
“Someday when we’re old and gray, we’ll look back on our wedding day and laugh about what those mixed-up friends of mine did.” Martin chuckled. “Just think what a fun time we’ll have telling our kinner and kinskinner about it.”
She nudged him in the ribs. “You might have fun telling that story, but I sure won’t. I don’t think it’s one bit funny.”
“I agree with Ruth,” Martha said as she took her seat again. “What if someone had been using that outhouse when it blew up? They could have been seriously hurt.”
“I wonder what Dad has to say about all this.” Ruth glanced around the room, trying to locate her parents. “I don’t see him or Mom anywhere.”
“Mom’s in the kitchen making sure everything’s going okay,” Martha said. “Dad’s out on the porch, talking to Bishop King.”
“I think they’re discussing the outhouse incident,” Toby put in as he joined the group at the table. “I told my daed that I’d seen Luke hanging around the outhouses when I went outside for some fresh air. Makes me wonder if he wasn’t the one responsible for the explosion.”
Martin’s forehead wrinkled. “Why would Luke do something like that?”
“You don’t know?” Toby asked. He shook his head.
Toby motioned to Ruth. “You stole his girl. Maybe he’s trying to get even.”
Ruth shook her head. “Martin didn’t steal me. I broke up with Luke before Martin asked if he could court me.”
“Well, there you go. Luke’s probably mad because you dumped him.” Toby grunted. “That fellow’s been acting strange for some time now. I wouldn’t put anything past him.”
Martha glared at Toby. “You have no proof that Luke blew up the outhouse or that he wants to get even with Ruth for breaking up with him.” She breathed in deeply. “Besides, it’s not your place to judge.”
Toby squinted at her and dropped into a chair. “That may be true, but my daed’s the bishop, and if he thinks Luke needs to be questioned, then he’ll do it.”
“So what do you think about that outhouse being blown apart? Do you think it’s another attack on our family?” Roman asked the bishop as they took seats in wicker chairs on the porch.
Bishop King folded his arms and stared out at the yard. “From what Toby said, it appeared to be a prank. Probably done by some of Martin’s friends, hoping to make him remember this day.”
“Humph!” Roman said with a huff. “I can think of better ways to help a friend remember his wedding than to scare all the guests half out of their wits.”
The bishop pulled his fingers through the ends of his lengthy beard. “I remember on my wedding day, some of my friends took the wheels off my buggy and then set the rig on wooden blocks. I soon discovered that they’d also stuffed a bunch of straw inside.” He chuckled. “Peggy and I were plucking straw out of our clothes for weeks after that.”
Roman smiled despite his concerns over the outhouse incident. Maybe it had just been a prank. He certainly hoped that was all it was.
As Abe headed down the road with his children and Anna in tow, he felt a sense of relief. He had decided to leave the Hostettlers’ right after he’d finished eating the meal. It had been hard enough to sit through the wedding and watch Martin and Ruth say their vows, and he had no desire to stay all afternoon and into the evening as many other folks probably would do.
“Danki for letting Anna come home with us,” Esta said as she snuggled against Abe’s side. “We’re gonna play with Winkie as soon as we get home. Right, Anna?”
Anna, who sat beside Esta, lifted the faceless doll in her lap. “I’d like to play with our dolls, too.”
“Okay,” Esta said with an agreeable nod.
Abe smiled. It was good to see his daughter smiling again. Abe hoped Martin realized how fortunate he was to be getting such a fine woman for his wife. Ruth had a heart full of love; she’d shown that the day of Alma’s funeral, when she’d comforted Esta, and then later when she’d given Esta the puppy.
Abe heard a grunt and glanced over his shoulder. Gideon sat in the backseat with his shoulders slumped and his head down. He hadn’t said a word since they’d left the Hostettlers’ place. Josh sat next to Gideon, leaning against the seat with his eyes closed. It was obvious that he’d fallen asleep. Abe’s other three children had ridden in another buggy with Abe’s sister, since there wasn’t room for them all in one rig.
“Say, Gideon,” Abe called over his shoulder, “how would you like to go fishing with me and Martin soon?”
No response.
“We’ve been talking about taking next Saturday off, since work’s slowed up a bit. We’ll do some fishing at the pond. What do you say?”
Gideon grunted.
“Would you like to go or not?”
“Maybe.”
Abe smiled and shook the reins as the horse took them up a small hill. A day of fishing might do him and Gideon both some good.
Cleon took a seat on the sofa next to Grace and studied his son’s precious face. The baby had just finished nursing and looked relaxed and sleepy.
“He’s a good baby, jah?” Cleon looked over at Grace and smiled.
She nodded. “Anna was a good boppli, too.”
“I wouldn’t know about that since I wasn’t around to see her as a baby.”
She flinched as if she’d been slapped. “As you know, I missed most of my daughter’s babyhood.”
“Then how do you know she was a good baby?”
“I was with Anna for her first six months. During that time, she hardly ever cried unless she was hungry or needed her windle changed.”
Cleon stroked the baby’s soft cheek with his thumb. “The Lord was good to give us this boppli to raise. Maybe it’ll help make up for the years you lost when Anna’s English grandparents took her away.”
Grace shook her head. “I’m glad we have Daniel, but it doesn’t bring back the years I missed with Anna.”
“No, I don’t suppose, but—” Cleon halted his words, realizing it would do no good to rehash the past. It couldn’t be changed. They had a future to look forward to now. Reaching his arms toward the baby, he said, “How about I hold the little fellow for a while?”
She lifted the baby over her shoulder and patted him on the back. “He needs to burp first.”
“Jah, okay.”
The minutes ticked away on the battery-operated clock across the room.
“What’s wrong with him? Why hasn’t he let loose with a burp?” Cleon asked, feeling a sense of impatience.
“He will when he’s ready.”
Several more minutes went by, and finally Daniel released a loud burp.
Cleon held out his arms again, but then Daniel started hiccupping.
Grace continued to pat the little fellow’s back, and Cleon’s impatience grew stronger.
“Can’t you do something to make him stop?”
She compressed her lips and glared at him. “I’m doing the best I can. Can’t you learn to have more patience?”
“You don’t have to be so snappish. I just want to hold my son.”
“He’s my son, too, and right now he needs his mother.” She continued to pat the baby’s back, rubbing her fingers up and down his spine between each little thump.
“Want me to try?”
She shook her head.
“Maybe you’re not firm enough with your touch.”
With an exasperated sigh, Grace handed the baby to Cleon and stood.
“Where are you going?”
“Out to the kitchen to fix him a bottle of warm water. That always stopped Anna’s hiccups.”
Grace left the room, and Cleon continued with the pat-rub-pat-rub method she had begun, but Daniel’s hiccups seemed to increase. By the time Grace returned to the living room, Cleon was ready to turn the baby over to her again.
She took a seat in the rocking chair, and Cleon placed the baby in her lap. After a few ounces of water, the hiccupping subsided.
Cleon was about to ask if he could hold Daniel again, but Grace spoke first.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to speak with you about, Cleon.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s about Anna and the way things are between you.”
His forehead wrinkled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Strained, like they were before when you were upset with me for not telling you about my past.”
“I forgave you for that,” Cleon said, feeling his defenses rise. “And I asked you and Anna to forgive me for the way I’d treated you both.”
She nodded. “I know you did, and you were an attentive father to Anna until Daniel was born. Now you’ve started giving him all your attention and treating her like she doesn’t matter.”
“I haven’t done that.”
“Jah, you have. It’s obvious to me that Anna’s feeling your rejection, which might cause her to resent her little brother.”
Cleon grunted. “I think you’re making more out of this than there is.”
“No, I’m not. I really believe that—”
He jumped up and started for the door.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t feel like arguing with you, Grace. I think I’ll go over to your folks’ and see if they need help with anything.”
Cleon heard the rocking chair squeak and figured she had started rocking the baby, but he didn’t turn around. So much for a quiet, pleasant evening with just the three of them.