An Amish Wife for Christmas and Amish Christmas Memories by Patricia Davids and Vannetta Chapman

Author:Patricia Davids and Vannetta Chapman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-11T15:23:26+00:00

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When he walked back into the living room, his father was there, and his mother was placing a cup of hot tea into the woman’s hands. She was sitting up now, looking around with a dazed sort of expression.

“I think this is yours.” Caleb placed the book on the couch beside her.

“Danki.”

That one word confirmed what he’d suspected earlier. She wasn’t from their part of the state. The Daviess County Amish had a distinctive Southern twang. This woman didn’t.

Caleb’s father sat in the reading chair. His mother perched on the edge of the rocker. Caleb folded his arms and stood behind them both. Across from them, the woman stared at the tea, then raised her eyes first to his mamm, then his dat, and finally settled her gaze on him.

“What happened? Where am I?”

“You don’t know?” Caleb glanced at his parents, who seemed content to let him carry the conversation. “You were walking down the road, and then you collapsed.”

“Why would I do such a thing?”

Caleb shrugged. “What’s your name?”

The woman’s eyes widened and her hand shook so that she could barely hold the mug of tea without spilling it. She set it carefully on the coffee table. “I don’t—I don’t know my name.”

“My name is John Wittmer,” Caleb’s father said. “This my fraa, Ida, and you’ve met Caleb.”

“How can you not know your own name?” Caleb asked. “Do you know where you live?”

“Nein.”

“What were you doing out there?”

“Out where?”

“Where’s your coat and your kapp?”

“Caleb, now’s not the time to interrogate the poor girl.” Ida stood and moved beside her on the couch. She picked up the small book of poetry. “You were carrying this, when Caleb found you. Do you remember it?”

“I don’t. This was mine?”

“Found it in the snow,” Caleb said. “Right beside where you collapsed.”

“So it must be mine.”

“Perhaps there’s something written on the inside.” Ida tapped the cover. “Maybe you should look.”

Caleb noticed that the woman’s hands trembled as she opened the cover and stared down at the first page. With one finger, she traced the handwriting there.

“Rachel. I think my name is Rachel.”

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