The Amish Midwife by Mindy Starns Clark

Author:Mindy Starns Clark [Clark, Mindy Starns]
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Harvest House Publishers, Inc.
Published: 2011-06-08T14:00:00+00:00

EIGHTEEN

I turned right and followed. Of course it was Ezra on the front of the bike. I kept my distance, not wanting to cause him to wreck, but I blinked my bright lights to get his attention.

Ella wore a helmet and a leather jacket. I presumed both were Ezra’s because his head was bare and he wore only a T-shirt. Ella’s dress fluttered free around her legs, and she leaned against Ezra’s back, her cheek on his shoulder. “Please don’t wreck,” I whispered. I’d seen far too many motorcycle accidents during my ER rotation.

I honked as we neared the willow trees and flashed my lights again. Finally, Ezra pulled over. By the time I stopped, both were laughing. Ella climbed from the motorcycle, smoothing her dress down, and then whipped the helmet off her head, her long auburn hair falling loose. She retrieved a handful of bobby pins and her cap from her apron pocket.

Ezra gave me a sheepish grin as I climbed out of my car. “We’re old friends,” he said.

“So I heard.” I hoped I looked like the gruff older cousin, ready to bust the kid. I turned to Ella. “We need to get going. Give Ezra his jacket.”

She obliged and then gave him a flirty wave as well.

“See you Sat—”

“Thanks!” she called out, obviously trying to drown out his words.

He winked.

I knew then they thought I was ancient, unable to interpret their not so subtle communication. I decided not to drill her about going on the motorcycle ride. It wasn’t my place. When we passed Klara’s she asked me how it went. I answered her vaguely, not giving many details.

“I was so nervous waiting for you,” she said. “When I heard Ezra’s motorcycle, I ran out to the road.”

Likely story. I was sure she would have ran toward the sound of Ezra’s motorcycle no matter what else was going on. “So,” I said, “that first day when I met you and you thought I was someone else—”

She squirmed a little.

“Who did you think I was?”

By the light of the full moon, I saw her roll her eyes. I stayed quiet.

Finally she said, “Ada.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She shrugged. “Zed thought so too.”

“Ella—”

“I didn’t know you then, Lexie.” She paused. “And I thought Mom would be mad.”

“Why?”

“I grew up with her telling me I talked too much, that I didn’t have any boundaries. All of that. She expected me to be this nice little girl. But I’m not nice. And I’m not Amish.”

I wanted to laugh. She was one of the nicest people I’d ever met. And her life didn’t seem that different from the Amish.

“I’m sorry,” she said, turning toward me. “So you and Ada are cousins. You already knew that, right?”

“Yes,” I said.

“But you two look more alike than most cousins—for example, more alike than you and I do.”

“Genetics,” I said. “It could happen.” But I wasn’t sure. Maybe we were just cousins who happened to share a number of dominant genes, but I suspected that we were even more, that we were half sisters instead.

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