The Amish Farmer's Proposal by Barbara Cameron

Author:Barbara Cameron
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2022-04-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Lavinia felt tears slipping down her cheeks as she walked home.

She brushed impatiently at them, telling herself it was silly to get upset over the way Abe had behaved. He was obviously not feeling well and having a bad day, and that was no surprise. It had to be hard being in the condition he was in and not being able to do anything about it.

But it hurt.

She managed to get the tears under control by the time she reached her house, and when she let herself in, she was relieved to find that her eldres were in the living room.

“I’m back!” she called to them from the kitchen. “I’m going up to bed.”

“’Night!” her dat called.

She climbed the stairs to her bedroom and changed into a nightgown, took off her kapp, and unpinned her hair. Then she sat on her bed, her brush in her hand, and just stared at it.

There was a knock on her door. “Kumm!”

Her mudder came in and sat on the bed beside her. “You allrecht? You weren’t gone long.”

Lavinia bit her bottom lip to stop it trembling. “Abe wasn’t in the mood for a visit. He cut our visit short, so I came home.”

“I’m sorry. It hurt your feelings?”

She nodded and blinked back tears.

Her mudder took the brush and began drawing it through Lavinia’s hair in long strokes. “I’m sorry.”

Lavinia sighed and relaxed as the brushing soothed her. She’d always loved it when her mudder brushed her hair when she was a kind. “I could tell he wasn’t having a gut day when I got to his house.”

“He shouldn’t have taken it out on you, but that’s what we do with the people we love sometimes.”

“He didn’t exactly take it out on me,” she admitted. “He was just abrupt about not wanting to talk to me, and it hurt. And Mamm, he doesn’t love me. We’re just gut friends.”

“I know. But friends can love friends, can’t they?”

“I—I guess.”

Her mudder finished brushing her hair and began braiding it, then bound it with the stretchy tie wound around the brush handle. She hugged Lavinia, then rose. “Try not to worry about Abe. God is holding him in His arms, even when it seems He isn’t.”

She paused by the door. “And Lavinia?”

“Ya?”

“Your dat and I were best friends before we married. Still are.” She walked out and shut the door.

Lavinia thought about that for a long moment and then climbed between her sheets. It took a long time to fall asleep. The first pale fingers of dawn light were slipping into the window before she finally dozed off.

Several sharp raps on her bedroom door woke her.

“Lavinia! Time to get up!” her dat called.

Jerking awake, she sat up in bed, and her eyes widened when she looked at the clock on her bedside table. She hadn’t set the alarm because she always woke up on time. She never overslept!

Throwing the sheets aside, she rushed through dressing, fixing her hair, and putting on a fresh kapp. It was hard to leave the room without making her bed, but there just wasn’t time.

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