Amish Fairy Tales 4-Book Boxed Set Bundle by Rachel Stoltzfus

Author:Rachel Stoltzfus
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Global Grafx Press
Published: 2014-12-12T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

I MET THE BOYS AT SOMERSET General Hospital. We were back in that dreadful visiting room, whose sickening blues and greens and yellows turned my stomach again.

We sat in silence. Mark and Lucas were deep in thought.

And the longer the silence lingered, the more it began to trouble me. What are they thinking about? I couldn’t help but wonder. Jonathan? Aunt Miriam?

Me?

Finally, chubby Dr. Roberts entered, white coat clinging to his round frame. After greeting us, he offered one of his seemingly patented smiles.

“Jonathan was very, very lucky. He’s got some serious bruising, very nearly broke a rib, and has a slight concussion. That’s about the worst of it.”

“Praise,” I said quietly.

“He’ll have to stay off his feet for a while—a few weeks at least.” Dr. Roberts looked at us. “How’s your mother?”

“No improvement,” Mark said, his voice low and grave. “We’re keeping her fed and clean ... well, Zelda here is.”

“You’re lucky to have her,” Dr. Roberts said. “You’ll need each other, more now than ever.”

“Can we see him?” I asked.

Doctor Roberts nodded. A few moments later we were in Jonathan’s room – a shared one, with a hung sheet separating us from the other occupant.

“I told you to hold on,” Mark said, with a smile.

Jonathan tried to smile back, but winced in pain.

Lucas said, “If you’d wanted a vacation, you could have asked.” He and Mark shared a chuckle; Jonathan tried.

I said, “The doctor says you’ll be able to come home tomorrow.”

But Jonathan didn’t answer—not with words, anyway. He shot me a mean glare, upper lip curling, before releasing a tired sigh and looking back at his two brothers.

“Might as well make good use of the bed while I’ve got it,” he said. “See you guys tomorrow?”

Mark offered up a little smile. “Sure, brother. Get some rest.”

Jonathan smiled at Mark as he stepped out the door, and at Lucas, who followed him. I lingered by the bed, and laid my hand on top of Jonathan’s. But he moved it from his side and from under my trembling palm.

“Okay, Jonathan. See you tomorrow,” I said weakly, and left him in peace.

But it clung to me all the way home: the hateful air of Jonathan’s reactions to me, his avoidance of my touch.

He thinks I’m responsible, I realized. He thinks I’m cursed, and that all this is my fault.

And maybe he’s right.

That night, when they thought I was asleep, I could hear my cousins talking about it.

“I’m not saying it’s true,” said Lucas, “but you can tell Jonathan believes it. And I have to admit... that wind did come out of nowhere, and so strong ... I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“It gets windy this time of year — ”

“But it wasn’t windy at all, not where we were standing. It was just ... ”

“Enough, Lucas. It was an accident—an act of God, and nothing more.”

“I hope so — ”

“And nothing more, Lucas!”

A dreadful silence fell between them.

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