When Christmas Comes Again by Beth Wiseman

Author:Beth Wiseman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2014-08-01T00:00:00+00:00

Mary Carol couldn’t thank Abe enough for talking to Stephen. She smothered him in kisses as he drove them to James’s house the following Saturday.

“Danki so much. Whatever you said to Stephen, it helped him open up to Mamm. He has an appointment to talk to a doctor who helps people with grief. And we’re thinking maybe all of us might go.”

“Aw, I didn’t do much. But I’m loving my reward.” He grinned before he returned one of her kisses.

“I know you’re not thrilled to be visiting James again, but next week is Christmas. He probably doesn’t have anyone to spend the day with, so I at least wanted to visit him today to wish him Christmas blessings.” She nodded toward the backseat. “And to give him another cake.”

“Ach, just admit it. You like the old guy.”

She pulled her coat tighter, hugging herself. Paradise was having a hard winter so far, and the temperature today wasn’t supposed to get above freezing. She was glad that they’d left the small heater for James. And he’d mentioned that a friend had given him a coat.

“Ya. I do like him,” she said after a moment. “Who knows if anything he says is true. But there is a kindness about him that seems genuine.” She paused and sighed. “He’s familiar. I wonder where I would know him from.”

“I don’t know.” He turned the horse onto the gravel road that lead to the farmhouse. “Who does your mamm think you’re making the cake for? Have you told her about James?”

“Mamm left early this morning with Gideon so she didn’t see me baking. I’ve been lucky about that both times. I don’t want to lie, but I know that once Mamm finds out, she’s going to forbid me to go there since he’s a stranger. And Englisch.”

“Ya, you’re probably right.”

“Mamm’s been staying up late working on quilted items to sell at the market. I know it’s because we are short on money, even though she won’t admit it. But she did say that the bishop was insistent that she use the community health fund for any grief counseling any of us might need. We’re lucky we have a lenient bishop.”

After Abe tethered the horse, Mary Carol jumped out of the buggy, grabbed the cake pan, and they trudged through the snow to the farmhouse. James opened the door before either of them knocked. He wasn’t well-groomed like last time, and Mary Carol wondered if he’d forgotten that he had invited them over today. He was wearing a wrinkled white shirt, his hair was flattened on one side, and he was barefoot and shivering. But he stepped aside so they could enter.

“Goodness, it’s cold in here. Where is the little heater we left for you?” She scanned the living room. All the empty Coke cans were gone. “And what about the blanket?”

James walked to his chair and sat down. “What heater and blanket?”

“Did you maybe take them upstairs so you would be warm when you slept?” Mary Carol was still holding the cake.

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