The Amish Nanny by Mindy Starns Clark

Author:Mindy Starns Clark [Clark, Mindy Starns]
Language: eng
Format: epub
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ISBN: 9780736941600
Publisher: Harvest House Publishers, Inc.
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

TWENTY

Herr Lauten asked if we’d eaten, and when Daniel told him we had not, he invited us to get settled into our rooms and then meet him in the dining hall for a simple supper of soup and bread.

“We can strategize over the meal,” he added, sounding energized by the very prospect. I, on the other hand, thought combining dinner with that kind of conversation sounded like a good way to end up with indigestion.

Oskar led the way to our rooms upstairs, opening the door to Alice and Christy’s first. It had two four-poster beds with a cherrywood dresser. It was furnished simply but everything was clean and tidy. Next was my room. Daniel had carried up my suitcase, and after he set it beside the dresser, the men continued on down the hall so that Oskar could show them to theirs.

Left alone for the moment, I took in a deep breath and simply let myself soak in the quiet.

My room held a double bed with a white comforter, the headboard carved with little flowers. Edelweiss, I thought. I left my suitcase where it was and sat down on the bed, running my fingers over the carvings. Abraham Sommers had led a productive life.

The window was open and a breeze came through the room, ruffling the sheer curtains. I stood. It was completely dark outside now, but I could hear the waterfall. No wonder Herr Lauten didn’t want a hydro plant next door.

I breathed in deeply. Elsbeth had grown up here. Mammi had owned the place but sadly had never seen it. For a minute I wished that when Giselle had come here from Lancaster County that Mammi had come along as well—and brought Lexie and me with her. The four of us could have lived here in this mansion, my sister and I growing up together with each other, our mother, and our grandmother. I could just picture such an idyllic childhood. Sliding in our socks on the slick wood floors of the great hall. Exploring the waterfall and its caves next door. Playing in the woods with the other children of the village. There were no Amish living here, of course, but we could have gone to church with the Mennonites and gone to school in the village. A beautiful dream.

I frowned, knowing that a dream was all it was. Even if we had come here with Giselle back then, Mammi could never have afforded to maintain a place of this size. She would have had to sell it, and the four of us would have been forced to share a tiny cottage.

Most importantly, had I been raised here by my birth mother, I would have been denied the love and care of my adoptive parents. I couldn’t even imagine that. Mamm may have been a bit controlling from time to time, but she was a good mamm and my father was a good daed, and we had had a good life.

That life had been God’s plan for me, and I was grateful for it.

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