The Missing Will by Brunstetter Wanda E.; Brunstetter Jean;

Author:Brunstetter, Wanda E.; Brunstetter, Jean; [Brunstetter, Wanda E.; Brunstetter, Jean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 4425950
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2016-05-03T22:00:00+00:00

The following morning, Joel woke up to the sound of soft winds blowing against his bedroom window. He groaned, slowly pulling the covers over his head. It felt like a herd of horses had trampled his back. The mattress on his old bed was a lot harder than he remembered.

He let out a few breaths, while slowly rising from the bed, then winced when his bare feet touched the cold hardwood floor. He might as well have been standing on a frozen lake. Joel’s trailer house had carpeting in the bedroom, so he wasn’t used to walking on a frigid floor as soon as he stepped out of bed. Stretching his arms overhead, Joel ambled over to the window and looked out. The sun was hidden behind the clouds, but at least it wasn’t raining.

He hurried to get dressed, and shortly after, caught a whiff of coffee brewing. I could sure use some caffeine to kick-start my day.

Closing the door to his room, Joel hurried down the stairs, following the enticing scent. He found his nephew in the kitchen, slathering peanut butter on a piece of toast.

“Mornin’. Coffee’s ready if ya want some, and there’s bread to make toast. Or if you’d rather have cold cereal, there’s some of that, too.” Glen pointed across the room.

“I’m good with coffee for now.” Joel took a mug out of the cupboard and filled it with the steaming brew. “Thanks for making the coffee.” He took a sip and smacked his lips. “This hits the spot. Not too bad at all.”

“You really oughta eat some breakfast. My mamm always says, ‘Everyone needs a hearty breakfast to begin the day.’”

“Your mom’s not here, so I’ll do as I please.” Joel pulled a chair toward him and took a seat at the table, ignoring his nephew’s finger tapping on the tabletop. Glen probably wishes I wasn’t invading his space. Well, if he does, it’s too bad. I’m here, and I plan to make the day count for something, even if I don’t locate the will. If I look long enough, at least I’ll know where it isn’t.

“How long will you be sticking around?” Glen’s serous brown eyes seemed to bore right into Joel’s soul.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t know yet. Could be a good part of the day.”

“You gonna keep lookin’ for Grandpa’s will?” Glen got up to warm his coffee.

“It’s important for somebody to find it… and soon.”

“Sure seems odd no one’s located it yet. Makes me wonder if there even is a will. What do you think, Joel?” Glen bit into his toast and brushed the fallen crumbs off his black vest.

Joel’s internal temperature heated as he gripped his fingers around the handle of his mug. “There has to be a will. My daed was no dummkopp. I’m sure he’d want to provide for his kinner.” He scratched his cheek, unsure of why he’d spoken several Amish words. When Joel walked away from his heritage, it took a while to quit speaking Pennsylvania Dutch, but he’d left it behind.

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