© 2017 by Wanda E. Brunstetter
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To my friend Mae Miller, who has treated us many times
to some of her delicious Amish meals.
But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness;
and all these things shall be added unto you.
MATTHEW 6:33
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Heidi’s Cooking Class Recipes
Discussion Questions
Walnut Creek, Ohio
A deep moan escaped Heidi Troyer’s lips as she glanced at the clock on the far wall. Lyle was late for supper again, and she’d fixed his favorite meal—sweet-and-sour spareribs, pickled beets, Amish broccoli salad, and German-style green beans. For dessert she’d made an oatmeal pecan pie. But in all fairness, her husband had no way of knowing supper had been waiting for the last hour. This morning Lyle said he could possibly be late and had suggested a sandwich or bowl of soup for supper once he got home. Since the auction was only ten miles away in Mt. Hope, Heidi expected her husband would be home by now.
“That’s what I get for assuming. Shouldn’t have gotten carried away cooking a big meal.” She sighed. What else was there for her to do this afternoon but cook? She’d washed clothes, hung them out to dry, cleaned the house, and pulled weeds in the garden. Boredom had set in until she’d decided to cook something—her favorite pastime. Heidi enjoyed spending time in the kitchen and often shared her baked goods with others in their community who had less time for cooking.
Woof! Heidi’s Brittany spaniel rubbed against her leg, wagging his stubby little tail and interrupting her musings.
“I know. I know. You’re desperate for attention.” Heidi filled her plate with food and took a seat at the kitchen table. “Looks like it’s just you and me again this evening, Rusty.”
The dog whined then grunted as he turned around in a circle before lying down under the table. He gave a long doggy sigh and rested his silky head on Heidi’s bare foot.
“Your life is pretty tough, isn’t it, boy?” Reaching down to rub his soft, feathery ears, Heidi felt grateful to have Rusty with her. He was a good companion—someone to talk to when her husband was away.
Heidi wiggled her toes and giggled when Rusty started snoring. She rarely wore shoes in the house unless she had company or was fighting the bitter cold of winter. With spring less than a week away and warmer weather making its appearance in Holmes County, Heidi saw no reason to confine her feet in a pair of shoes unless she went out.
Bowing her head, she closed her eyes and offered a silent prayer before eating. Heavenly Father, please keep my husband safe as he travels home this evening. Help me be more patient while I wait for him. Bless our family and friends with good health. Thank You for the food set before me. And thank You for getting us safely through the winter months. Amen.
As Heidi bit into a succulent sparerib, she thought about the letter she’d received this morning from her mother’s sister, who lived in Shipshewana, Indiana. Aunt Emma had been teaching quilting classes in her home for the past several years, and every class brought a variety of interesting students. A few years ago, when she and her husband, Lamar, spent the winter in Sarasota, Florida, Aunt Emma opened her vacation home to six local people wanting to learn how to quilt.
One line in her aunt’s letter caught Heidi’s attention. It read: “I enjoy quilting, and because I like meeting new people, I’m thankful for the opportunity to share my ability with others.”
Heidi took a sip of water, letting a new thought take root in her brain. Having been married eight years, with no children to care for, she spent a good deal of her time rambling around the house, looking for things to do once all the basic chores were done each day. She was finally about caught up on things—even the decluttering in closets she’d put off doing until yesterday. She felt good about donating several items to the local Share and Care Thrift Store in nearby Berlin.
Heidi would soon plant a garden. She’d started growing tomatoes inside by the kitchen window from seed packets purchased at the local hardware store. She enjoyed keeping watch on their progress and tending the plants each day. Unfortunately, supervising the tomatoes’ growth didn’t take up much of her time.
She had been good at cooking since she learned as a child under her mother’s tutelage. Whenever the days became boring or lonely, she brought out her kitchen utensils and whipped up a favorite old recipe or tried something new. Lyle sometimes teased her about trying to make him fat, even though he had nothing to worry about. His six-foot frame was lean and trim. It amazed Heidi how much he could eat and never gain weight.
She drummed her fingers along the edge of the table. I wonder if I should consider teaching a cooking class. It would give me something meaningful to do and provide a little extra money.
Heidi looked at the calendar hanging on the kitchen wall. If she made up several flyers and placed a few ads, perhaps enough people would sign up so she could begin her first class the second Saturday of April.
Heidi smiled as she forked a piece of broccoli into her mouth. I can teach a total of six classes every other week from April through June and still keep up with the chores needing to be done around here.
Grabbing a paper and pencil, she began sketching the layout of the flyer advertising her cooking class. Now Heidi could hardly wait until Lyle got home to get his approval on this new venture.
Sugarcreek, Ohio
Loretta Donnelly’s vision clouded as she sat on the front porch, watching her children play in the yard. Conner, with dark curly hair like his daddy’s, was three. His sister, Abby, whose hair was medium brown like Loretta’s, had recently turned five and would go to kindergarten in the fall.
“They are growing too fast and missing out on so much,” Loretta murmured, pulling her long hair into a ponytail. She squeezed her eyes shut, struggling not to cry as she often did when she thought of Rick. He’d been gone nearly a year, but it felt like yesterday when she’d received the news of his death. Rick had been on a business trip. Loretta wished she had urged him to spend the night somewhere before heading home for the weekend. But having been gone for six days, Rick was anxious to get home. Loretta was excited for him to return, and so were the children. It was a shock when she’d received the horrifying news that an accident had occurred on the freeway. Rick had apparently fallen asleep at the wheel, causing his car to hit a guardrail and flip onto its side. Fortunately, no other vehicles were involved.
Loretta’s eyes snapped open when her daughter touched her arm. “Mommy, can I have a ponytail like yours?”
“Sure, sweetie, turn around.” Loretta reached into her skirt pocket and found an extra hair band. Pulling Abby’s shoulder-length hair back, she secured the ponytail with the band.
“Thanks, Mommy. We look alike now.”
“You’re welcome.” Loretta bent down and gave Abby a hug.
After Abby joined her brother again, Loretta’s thoughts turned to her financial situation. They’d been living on the money from Rick’s life insurance policy, but it wouldn’t last forever. Eventually, Loretta would need to look for a job, which meant finding a full-time babysitter.
Loretta’s parents lived in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Soon after Rick died, Mom and Dad suggested Loretta sell her house and move in with them. She appreciated their offer but didn’t want to uproot the children. Loretta wanted to give Abby and Conner a simpler life, like they had here in Amish country, rather than exposing them to big-city living. Besides, it wouldn’t be fair to move the children closer to one set of grandparents but farther from the other. Rick’s parents lived in Colorado, and Loretta had no desire to move there. Residing in this simple home in this quiet town helped her feel closer to Rick. This was where she wanted to raise her children. Unless God told her otherwise, she planned to remain right here.
Loretta’s attention turned to her children when she heard Conner’s cry. She rose from her chair and hurried into the yard. “What’s going on with you two?”
“He threw dirt at me.” Abby wrinkled her nose. “Then he pulled my ponytail.”
“Did you throw dirt back?”
Sniffling, Abby nodded.
Oh, great. Now they’re both crying. “No more dirt throwing or hair pulling.” She shook her finger at the children before taking hold of their hands. “Let’s go inside now and get you cleaned up. After that, we’ll have lunch.”
Once Loretta made sure Conner and Abby were clean, she made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. The two sat giggling about something on the cereal box still sitting on the table from breakfast. It was good to see how quickly they recovered from the argument they’d had outside. It was one of the benefits of kids their age—they could be mad one minute and happy the next.
While Abby and Conner ate their lunch, Loretta sat at the table, sipping a cup of tea, reading the latest edition of The Budget newspaper. After seeing what some of the local Amish scribes had written, she noticed an ad for cooking classes. The first class would begin next Saturday. Anything related to the Amish interested her, and it would be fun to learn how to make some traditional Amish dishes.
She took a sip of tea, letting the idea float around in her head. I probably shouldn’t spend the money right now, but if I can find someone to watch the children, I may sign up for those classes.
Dover, Ohio
“How are things coming along with your wedding plans?” Charlene Higgins’s friend Kathy Newman asked as they took seats inside Sammy Sue’s Barbeque restaurant.
Placing both hands beneath her chin, Charlene groaned. “What wedding plans? Len and I haven’t even set a date for the wedding, much less made any plans.”
“I thought after he proposed last week you two would be working out the details for your future together.” Kathy’s pale eyebrows squeezed together.
Charlene drank some water before giving her response. “Len wants to wait until he’s told his parents about our engagement before we set a wedding date.”
Her friend leaned slightly forward. “When does he plan to tell them?”
“I—I don’t know.” Charlene fingered the fork lying on her napkin. “I’m worried his folks—especially Annette, won’t approve of Len’s choice for a wife.”
“For goodness’ sakes, why not?” Kathy lifted her gaze toward the ceiling. “They should be happy their son’s fallen in love with someone who is not only beautiful but smart.”
Slowly, Charlene pulled her fingers through the ends of her long hair. Ever since she was a girl she’d been complimented on her creamy complexion and shiny brown hair with golden highlights. When she’d reached her teenage years, her friends suggested she become a model. Charlene wasn’t interested in pursuing that profession. After high school graduation, she’d gone to college and graduated with a Bachelor of Science in early education. For the last year she’d been teaching kindergarten at one of the elementary schools in Dover.
“Are you ladies ready to order?” their waitress asked, stepping up to the table.
“Most definitely. I’ll have the pulled-pork flatbread.” Kathy smacked her lips. “I love the caramelized onions and cheddar cheese on it.”
Charlene looked over the menu a few more seconds then ordered the same thing. With so many choices, it was easier to go with a familiar sandwich rather than try something new.
“Now, getting back to Len needing to tell his folks about your engagement …” Kathy paused to pick up a slice of lemon and squeeze it into her water. “Why do you think he needs their approval? Is Len one of those guys who must check with his parents on everything?”
“I don’t think so, but …” Charlene pointed at the window. “Look at that! Wish I’d brought my camera with me today.”
“What are you pointing at? I don’t see anything out of the ordinary.”
“A flock of geese heading for the Tuscarawas River, but you missed them.” Charlene continued to watch out the window. “Their wings were stretched out for a landing. Bet they made quite a splash.” She slouched in her seat. “Wish I was over there on the bridge right now. I could at least get a picture of the geese on my cell phone.”
“Too bad I missed it, but at least you got to see them come in for a landing.” Kathy stretched her arms out like a bird. “I’m surprised you don’t have your digital camera with you. You take it nearly everywhere.”
“I was running late and didn’t think to grab it before I went out the door. Wouldn’t you know the one day I didn’t have it was when I could have gotten a great shot?” Heaving a sigh, Charlene shrugged. “Oh, well. I’m sure there will be other times I can photograph geese.”
“Okay now, before the geese captured your train of thought, what were you going to say? Was it something about Len’s parents?” her friend prompted.
“Yeah. Len’s mother is quite domesticated. Her house is spotless, and she’s an excellent cook.” Charlene pursed her lips. “I, on the other hand, can barely boil water, which is why Len and I always go out to eat, rather than me cooking him a meal.”
Kathy’s forehead wrinkled as her mouth opened slightly. “You’ll never learn to cook if you don’t practice.”
“I am not going to use my fiancé as a guinea pig. He could end up with food poisoning.”
“Don’t you think you’re being a bit overly dramatic?”
“Maybe, but the one time I had Len’s parents to my condo for supper, I burned the roast, and the vegetables were overcooked.” Charlene picked up her water glass and took another drink.
“Maybe you need a new timer for your stove.”
“Or maybe I ought to take some cooking lessons.”
Kathy smiled. “Hey, not a bad idea. In fact, I saw an ad in the paper the other day advertising cooking classes. If you’re interested, I’ll give you a call with the information as soon as I get home.”
Charlene lifted her shoulders in a brief shrug. “I’ll give it some thought, but unless the person teaching the classes is a miracle worker, I may be a lost cause.”
“Don’t be silly. You know what you need, my friend?”
“What?”
“A good dose of self-confidence.”
Charlene didn’t argue. Although she had little or no confidence when it came to cooking, she was plenty confident when it came to teaching her students. Of course, she couldn’t feed her future husband properly by being a good teacher. Maybe I will consider taking those cooking classes.
Walnut Creek
Eli Miller had just started cleaning his barn when his neighbor Lyle Troyer showed up. They’d been friends a good many years.
“Hey, what’s new with you?” Eli set his shovel aside.
“Not much. I have a box for you in my buggy, though.” Lyle grinned. “A gift from my fraa.”
“You don’t say. What kind of gift did Heidi send for me? It’s not my birthday or any special occasion.”
“Doesn’t have to be. She made you one of her famous peanut butter kichlin.”
Eli chuckled. “Your wife’s cookies are good, but I didn’t realize they were famous.”
“Bet they will be after she starts teaching her cooking classes.” Lyle thumped Eli’s shoulder. “Heidi also asked me to find out if you’d like to come over for supper tonight.”
“I’d be pleased to, but what’s this about Heidi teaching cooking classes?”
Lyle leaned against the barn wall, folding his arms. “As I’m sure you know, she’s a pretty fair cook.”
“Jah, and so was my fraa, but she never taught anyone.” Eli rubbed the side of his bearded face. As always, thinking about Mavis caused him to miss her. He could hardly believe she’d been gone a year already. If only she hadn’t ridden her bike to visit a friend and stayed until the sun began to set, when there’d been less visibility. If Mavis had been using her horse and buggy that evening, she might still be alive.
Lyle bumped Eli’s shoulder again. “Say, I have an idea. Why don’t you sign up for Heidi’s cooking classes?”
Eli’s eyes widened as he touched his chest. “Me? You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. You’ve mention many times about how bad your cooking is. If you learn how to cook, you’d be eatin’ a lot better meals than tuna sandwiches and hard-boiled eggs.”
“Not sure I’d be comfortable taking classes. It’ll probably be a bunch of women, and I’d feel as out of place as a child tryin’ to guide a horse and buggy down the road.” Eli walked over to the barn’s entrance and gazed out across his property. Looking at everything, one would never know his wife was gone. The daffodils she’d planted a few years ago were bursting with yellow blossoms. The colorful hyacinths, in an array of pink, white, and purple, bloomed near the porch. Eli could almost visualize Mavis reaching down to take a whiff of their fragrance. She loved the smell of hyacinths, and in the spring she’d put a few in a vase on the kitchen table.
Several bird feeders swayed as soft breezes wafted through branches where they hung. Cardinals, goldfinches, and bluebirds ate in friendly comradery. An image of Mavis standing in front of the kitchen window came to mind, and Eli recalled her contented expression.
A few times she’d caught him watching her, and then they’d stood together and gazed at the birds gathering around the feeders. It seemed everywhere he looked these days a vision of Mavis materialized before his eyes. Eli hoped he could hold those precious moments in his mind forever. He never wanted to forget her sweet face.
Little things, such as feeding the birds, gave pleasant memories, but walking into the house was a different story. Gone were the days when he’d enter the kitchen and mouthwatering smells reached his nostrils. Eli remembered how his wife’s pumpkin cinnamon rolls filled the whole house with their spicy aroma. Since Mavis knew they were his favorites, she made them quite often. Sometimes, even the fragrance of Mavis’s hair would capture traces of what she had baked. When Eli greeted his wife after a long day’s work, he wanted to hold her until the sun went down, filling his senses with the warmth of her body and scent of her hair.
Cherished flashbacks like these were bittersweet, popping into his mind at unexpected moments. While agonizing to think about, they were also more precious than ever.
At least I have those treasured memories tucked away safely right here. Eli touched his chest, aware of his heart thumping beneath his hand.
“Hey, are you feeling okay?” Lyle nudged Eli’s arm. “Did you hear what I said a few seconds ago?”
“What? Oh, uh … jah. I … I was thinkin’ about something, is all.” Eli’s face warmed as he focused on his friend. “What were you saying?”
“Said you may be surprised who all shows up at Heidi’s cooking classes.” Lyle bent down to pluck a piece of straw off his trousers. “Heidi’s aunt Emma hosts quilting classes in her home, and she’s taught several men to quilt. Fact is, it’s my understanding that they enjoyed it almost as much as the women did. According to Emma, some of the men became quite good at quilting.”
“Is that a fact?” As he tugged his earlobe, Eli sucked in his lower lip. “Danki for the mention. I’ll give it some thought.”
Mt. Hope, Ohio
Kendra Perkins turned toward the window, hoping the sunny sky would brighten her mood. She’d been staying with her friend Dorie Hampton for the past week—ever since Kendra’s parents kicked her out of their house. She had only been allowed to take her clothes and personal items—nothing else. A year ago, Kendra would have never believed something like this would happen to her. It wasn’t fair. What kind of parents could do such a thing? She shouldn’t be punished for one little mistake.
Guess it’s not a little mistake. Fingers clenched, Kendra swallowed hard. What I did was wrong, but are Mom and Dad so self-righteous they can’t admit to ever having made a mistake? Is there no forgiveness in their hearts toward their wayward daughter?
Determined not to succumb to self-pity, Kendra turned her attention to the newspaper want ads on the kitchen table. She couldn’t live in Dorie’s tiny mobile home forever. She needed to find a job so she could support herself. She had to make a decision about the future of her unborn child before her October due date.
“Find anything yet?” Dorie asked, walking into the kitchen.
Kendra shook her head. “But then, I only began looking a few minutes ago.”
Dorie handed Kendra a glass of cranberry juice and took a seat at the table. “Maybe you should have stayed in college and continued working toward a career in nursing.”
Kendra gave an undignified snort. “If Mom and Dad kicked me out of their house, they sure weren’t going to keep paying my tuition.” Her face contorted as she brought her fingers to her lips. “They think I’m a sinner, and they’re ashamed of me for giving in to my desire and becoming intimate with Max. Since I’m the oldest daughter, I’m supposed to set a good example for my two younger sisters.”
“Maybe they need more time to come to grips with this. After all, it’s their grandchild you’re carrying.”
“Doesn’t mean a thing. My dad’s on the church board, and he made it clear that I’ve humiliated him.” She sniffed deeply, shifting in her chair. “Guess he thinks the church wouldn’t forgive me if they knew. So mum’s the word, if you get my meaning. And Mom … Well, she can’t think for herself these days. Even if she did want to help me, she’d go along with whatever Dad says.”
Kendra wished she could forget what had happened, but how could she erase her pregnancy or her parents’ rejection? She had considered not telling them about the baby, hoping her boyfriend, Max, would marry her. But things blew up in her face when she told him about the child and he’d asked her to get an abortion. Max was out of her life now. He’d found another girlfriend and joined the navy. With any luck, she’d never see him again.
Kendra wished she could have hidden her condition from her folks as long as possible, but with her small, 110-pound frame and five-foot-two height, it would be fruitless to try and cover up her pregnancy once she started to show. Consequently, she’d decided to tell her folks right away. She had hoped that, for once, Mom would stick up for her. Guess I should have known better, ‘cause she never has before—at least not on things where she’d have to go against Dad.
Kendra wondered what excuse her parents had given to her younger sisters, Chris and Shelly, when she moved out. Had they told them the truth or made up some story, making it look like Kendra left of her own accord? No doubt, they’d kept it a secret, too embarrassed to tell her sisters the facts.
Swallowing against the bitter-tasting bile in her throat, Kendra left her seat and got a drink of water. She would never forget the look on Dad’s face when she told him and Mom about her pregnancy. His eyes narrowed into tiny slits as his face turned bright red. Kendra feared he might explode. Instead, he turned his back on her, staring into the fireplace. Dad stood quietly several minutes, shoulders rising up and down as he breathed slowly in and out. Then, when she thought she could stand it no longer, he turned to face her. Speaking calmly, as though he was talking about the weather, Dad told Kendra he wanted her out of the house by the next day, and said she was not to say anything to her sisters about any of this. Without another word, he left the room and never looked back. Like a whipped pup with its tail between its legs, Mom followed meekly behind him. Kendra’s own mother said nothing to her. Not a single word.
Scattering Kendra’s thoughts, Dorie pulled the newspaper over and circled several ads. “I see a few openings for hotel housekeepers and waitresses.”
“Okay, I’ll check them out.” Kendra gave an impatient snort. “Can’t remember when I’ve ever felt so depressed. It feels like nothing in my life will ever be right again.”
“Sure it will. It’s gonna take time, but you’ll see—eventually things will get better and work out.” Dorie tapped the newspaper with her pen. “Hey, check this ad out. An Amish woman will be teaching cooking classes at her home in Walnut Creek.”
Kendra squinted. “What’s that got to do with me?”
“The classes are every other Saturday, beginning next week and going through June. You should go, Kendra. It’ll give you something fun to do.”
Kendra sat down with a huff. “I don’t even have a job yet. How can I afford to take cooking classes? And what if I get a job and have to work on Saturdays?”
“You can worry about your work schedule once you find a job.” Dorie gave Kendra’s arm a gentle tap. “There’s no problem with the classes; I’ll pay for them. Even though your birthday isn’t till December, let’s call it an early present.”
Berlin, Ohio
The muscles in Ron Hensley’s neck twitched as he drove around town, looking for a parking space big enough for his motor home. He settled on the German Village parking lot, but his vehicle took up two parking spots. Ron noticed a few other free spaces and hoped no one would complain. His pounding headache and jitteriness indicated a need for coffee and something to eat.
Ron’s funds were getting low, and he had to find a place to park his RV for a few days. It wasn’t cheap to put fuel in the tank, so for now, road travel must be curtailed.
Sometimes Ron wondered why he’d chosen this way to live, but his rationale took over. This was the way it had to be. How many times had he told himself the outdated motor home was less expensive than owning a real home or finding an apartment to rent? It also gave Ron a chance to travel and meet new people, even if he did take advantage of their hospitality. His predicament could be frustrating, though—especially when funds ran low and he couldn’t afford to buy food, cigarettes, or beer. Ron figured at this point in his life things were as good as they were going to get. His motor home didn’t have all the bells and whistles, like newer models, but it served his purpose, and that’s what mattered.
Stepping inside the German Village market, Ron spotted a small café. He went in and ordered a cup of black coffee and a ham sandwich, then took a seat at one of the tables. As Ron watched the people in the market, many of them Amish, he thought about how trusting most Amish folks were. Not like most English people he’d met.
Last week Ron had parked his RV on an Amish man’s property in Baltic. He’d eaten several good meals the man’s wife had prepared, and they’d even given him money when he told them he was broke. The week before, Ron had camped in Sugarcreek a few days then moved on to Charm. This was his second time in the area. He’d been to Holmes County a year ago, but he didn’t hang around too long.
Might stay longer this time if I find a good place to park my rig. Ron scratched his receding hairline. If he remembered correctly, Amish communities were abundant here, so it shouldn’t be too difficult to find the right house.
Ron lingered awhile after he finished eating and drank a second cup of coffee. He slid his fingers over his short, slightly gray beard and smoothed his mustache. The sandwich and coffee sure hit the spot, and the trembling had stopped.
Ron belched then quickly looked around. Activity continued in the marketplace. No one seemed to have heard the rude sound. At least nobody looked his way.
Sure could go for a piece of pie. Ron noticed a young Amish man’s plate on the table close by. Creamy chocolate spilled out between the crust of his pie, and a mountain of whipped cream swirled over the top. Ron’s mouth watered, and he turned his head away so his stomach wouldn’t win out. Nope. I don’t need any pie. Can’t afford to spend the extra money on it, either.
Feeling more alert after two cups of coffee and ready to hit the road, Ron cleared his dishes from the table and headed out of the market. He was almost to the door when he spotted some flyers pinned to a bulletin board. One advertised an auction in Mt. Hope. Another told about a tour of an Amish home, which included a meal. A third flyer advertised some cooking classes in Walnut Creek. He pulled it off the board, because there were directions to the Amish home. Ron wasn’t interested in cooking classes, not to mention he had no spare money to pay for them. But this might be a good place to park his motor home for a while. If the lady of the house cooked well enough to offer classes, she might offer him some free meals. In return, he could help around the place. Walnut Creek was less than ten miles away. Think I’ll head over there right now and check things out.
Walnut Creek
On her way back from the mailbox, Heidi stopped at the phone shack to check for messages. She found one from her mother. Heidi listened as Mom told her how things were going at their home in Geauga County. The message ended with Mom saying she’d talked to her sister, Emma, the other day and had passed on the news about Heidi’s plans to teach cooking classes.
Heidi smiled, sitting up straight on the stool. Mom’s obviously happy about this or she wouldn’t be spreading the news. I’m happy too, but a bit naerfich, wondering how things will go.
Heidi was about to step out of the phone shack when the telephone rang. She turned and picked up the receiver. “Hello.”
“Heidi, is that you?”
“Jah. Is this Aunt Emma?”
A chuckle erupted on the other end of the line. “It certainly is. I heard from your mamm the other day. She said you were making plans to teach cooking classes.”
“I am. The first class will begin next Saturday. To be honest, I’m a bit apprehensive, wondering how it will go.”
“I understand. When I taught my first quilting class, I was so naerfich I could hardly eat breakfast the morning it started.”
Heidi’s stomach tightened. If Aunt Emma, an experienced quilter, had felt nervous, she could only imagine how she would feel next Saturday morning.
“Not to worry, though,” Aunt Emma quickly added. “Once all your students show up and you begin cooking, your nerves will settle, and your skills will kick in. Believe me, you’ll simply relax and have a good time.”
“I … I hope so.” Heidi shifted the receiver to her other ear. “Cooking for Lyle, or even when we have company, is one thing, but teaching strangers to cook could prove to be a challenge.”
“You’ll do fine. I have every confidence in your ability to teach your students. Speaking of which, how many are signed up for your class?”
“Only one woman and our neighbor, Eli, so far, but I’m hoping I’ll get more before next week.”
“I’m sure God will send the people He wants you to teach.” Aunt Emma’s tone sounded so confident. “Ask for His guidance, and remember, I’ll be praying for you.”
“Danki. I feel better after talking to you.”
“Do keep me posted, and should any of your students share a personal problem with you, don’t hesitate to seek God’s wisdom on their behalf.”
Heidi gulped. She remembered hearing how Aunt Emma had mentored several of her quilting students. Maybe those who come to my class won’t have any problems they need to share. I hope that’s the case, because I’m not sure I’m up to the task.
“I sense by your silence you still have some doubts.”
“I do have a few,” Heidi admitted, “but it helps knowing you’ll be praying for me.”
“I’m sure others will pray as well.”
Heidi opened the door and peered out when she heard the rumble of a vehicle outside. It surprised her to see an older model RV coming up the driveway. “Someone’s here, Aunt Emma, so I’d better hang up. Danki for calling, and I’ll keep you informed on how things go with my classes.”
“All right, dear. I’ll be anxious to hear. Now have a good day.”
Heidi told her aunt goodbye, hung up the phone, and stepped outside in time to see a vehicle stop near the house. I wonder who it is and what they want.
May I help you?” Heidi asked, walking up to the man who had gotten out of his motor home. She figured he might be lost and in need of directions.
He took a step toward her and extended his hand. “My name’s Ron Hensley, and I’m havin’ a problem with my rig. It hasn’t been runnin’ right today. I’m afraid if I keep pushing, the engine might blow.”
“I’m sorry to hear it. Maybe you need a mechanic to look at your vehicle.”
“Well, the thing is …” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t have the money for repairs right now. What I need is a place to park my RV till I figure out the problem and fix it myself.” He looked down at his worn-looking boots then back at Heidi. “I’m kind of in a bind. Would ya mind if I stayed here a few days?”
Taken aback by his unexpected question, Heidi glanced toward the road. I wish Lyle was here so he could handle this situation.
“I understand your hesitation.” Ron shifted his weight. “I don’t want to put you out, and I normally wouldn’t ask, but I’m kinda desperate right now.”
Heidi swallowed hard. Please, Lord, help me do the right thing.
No sooner had she silently prayed than Lyle’s driver, Eric Barnes, pulled in. Thank You, Lord. She hurried down the driveway to speak with Lyle.
“You look upset. Was is letz do?” Lyle asked in Pennsylvania Dutch after he waved goodbye to Eric.
“I’m hoping nothing is wrong here, but I am a little concerned.” Heidi gestured to Ron and told Lyle the man had asked if he could park his motor home on their property a few days while he worked on it.
Lyle’s forehead creased as he rubbed the side of his bearded face and glanced toward the man standing beside his RV with hands in his pockets. “What’d you tell him?”
“Nothing. I was hoping you would get here and could handle things.” Heidi clasped her husband’s arm. “He introduced himself as Ron Hensley. I’m thankful you came home when you did, because I wasn’t sure how to respond.”
Lyle patted her hand tenderly. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of this. You can either go with me to talk to him or head into the house.”
“I’ll go inside.” Glancing briefly at Mr. Hensley and his dented motor home, Heidi hurried inside. Pausing in front of the living-room window, she watched her husband approach the man. I wonder if Lyle will let Mr. Hensley stay here. Or will he ask him to find someplace else to work on his vehicle?
Heidi felt sorry for Ron. He looked unkempt and dejected, like his paint-chipped motor home. The man’s eyes didn’t sparkle, and he seemed to have trouble making eye contact. He was obviously down on his luck and needed a place to stay, but she hoped it wouldn’t be here. With her cooking classes starting soon, she didn’t need the distraction. Besides, Lyle was in and out because of his auctioneering duties, and Heidi would feel uncomfortable having a stranger on the premises.
Moving to the kitchen, she took some leftover lentil soup from the refrigerator to heat for supper. After pouring it into a kettle, Heidi placed the soup on the propane-gas stove and turned on the burner. While it heated, she’d make a tossed green salad and set out the bread she had baked yesterday, along with fresh, creamy butter and a jar of local honey. It’d be more than enough for the two of them.
By the time the soup was thoroughly heated, Heidi had finished making the salad, so she set the table. I wonder what’s keeping Lyle. Seems like he’s been talking to Ron a long time.
She headed for the living room to look out the window, but saw no sign of Lyle, Ron, or his RV. How strange. I wonder where they could be.
Goose bumps erupted on her arms. Could Ron have kidnapped my husband? Heidi had read about the kidnapping of two teenage girls up in Canton a few months ago. Their parents were wealthy, and the girls had been held for ransom. Fortunately, the police found and rescued them, and they’d been returned to their parents, unharmed, while the kidnapper went to jail. Things didn’t always turn out so well, however.
But why would anyone kidnap Lyle? she reasoned. We’re not rich.
Heidi began pacing. I need to calm down and stop allowing my imagination to run wild. If Mr. Hensley took Lyle, surely I would have heard the rumble of his vehicle, like I did when he drove into our yard. Of course, I was outside at the time. She moved across the room. I should quit fretting and go check for myself.
Heidi was almost to the door when Lyle stepped in. Relief washed over her, and she rushed into his arms. “What’s going on? Is everything okay? When I looked out the window and didn’t see you or Mr. Hensley, I became concerned.”
“We were on the back side of the barn, where he parked his RV so he’d be closer to the outhouse we no longer use.”
Her eyes widened. “He’s staying?”
“Jah. We talked awhile, and he seems like a decent enough person.”
Heidi pursed her lips and, placing her hands on her hips, she stared up at him. “Ron’s going to use the outhouse?”
“He probably won’t use it himself, because there’s a bathroom in his motor home. But the holding tank is getting pretty full, so I suggested he empty it in the outhouse.” Lyle took off his straw hat and hung it on a wall peg. “I agreed to let Ron stay a few days, and told him he could get water from our garden hose.”
Heidi fingered her apron band, wondering if she should express her opinion or remain quiet. She wouldn’t usurp her husband’s authority. Still, she had the right to express her opinion, since there were times she’d be here by herself. Sometimes, her husband could be too trusting.
Lyle lifted Heidi’s chin with his thumb. “You’re not pleased with my decision to let him stay, are you?”
“We don’t know anything about Mr. Hensley.”
“You’re right, he’s a stranger, but I don’t believe he means us any harm.” Lyle slipped his arm around Heidi’s waist. “He’s down on his luck. Maybe the Lord sent Ron to us for a reason. We need to show him God’s love.”
Heidi remained quiet. She would pray Ron got his vehicle fixed soon and could be on his way to wherever he was going.
Ron’s stomach growled as he leaned against the pillow on his bunk and drew a deep breath. The sandwich from lunch had worn off, and all he could think about was the pie he wished he’d gotten for dessert. Once he had taken care of the RV and gotten himself settled, all he’d eaten for supper were a few crackers and cheese slices, which weren’t nearly enough to fill his growling belly. The compact refrigerator in his tight kitchen area was practically empty.
Shoulda used what little money I had left to buy some food when I was at the market in Berlin today. Jaw clenching, he groaned. Sure can’t drive over there now, or anywhere else, for that matter. The Troyers would figure out I lied about my rig not running right. If there’s another market close to their place, I’ll walk over there tomorrow. I need to find a way to make some money, too.
Ron crumpled the cracker wrapping. This old vehicle not only eats up gas, but I’ll need to get more propane for the stove and water heater soon.
Since he’d shot off his mouth and asked if he could stay here until he got his rig fixed, Ron would have to walk everywhere until he moved on. He’d have to pretend he was working on the rig, or it might look suspicious. If I can find a ride into town, maybe I’ll buy a new set of spark plugs when I get my retirement check at the end of April. Then, when I’m ready to move on, I can replace the old plugs and say my rig’s running good again.
Ron had to admit the Troyers seemed like nice people. Their farm wasn’t elaborate, but at first glance he noticed it was well kept. It was especially nice to be parked at a place where he could stretch his legs and breathe in the country air. Open space was what he needed. It helped him feel less claustrophobic.
“Sure can’t say the same about this tin can on wheels,” Ron grumbled, looking around his tightly confined home. Even though his bunk wasn’t as comfortable as a real bed, at least it was someplace to lay his head. From his position at the back of the rig, Ron saw all the way through to the driver’s seat. The small kitchen area was directly behind the driver’s seat, with a table and a bench that folded down from the wall. These could be made into an extra bed, but Ron never bothered, since he had the bunk area in the back. If he chose to, the passenger and driver seats could be swiveled around and used with the table when eating. Since Ron was always by himself, he didn’t bother to do that, either.
He grimaced. Even if I wanted to, it would be impossible to entertain in this sardine can. I can barely move around in here myself.
One nice feature in the motor home was a decent-sized closet. Ron kept a lot of his things there and in the storage box attached to the outside of the vehicle.
The small bathroom sufficed, with a shower, sink, and toilet. And here, in the area where he slept, a dresser had been built into the wall, with several drawers where he stored clothing.
Ron wadded the cracker wrapping and threw it toward the garbage bag by the side door. It missed by inches. Great! Story of my life. No wonder the Amish couple agreed to let me stay here a few days. All they had to do was look at me and this junk heap I’m driving to figure out I’m hard up.
Determined to put his problems out of his mind for the night, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Things might look better in the morning. After a good night’s rest, maybe he’d have a clearer head and could decide what his next move should be.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Ron’s head jerked as his eyes snapped open. Unexpected noises always put him on alert. Once he figured out someone was knocking on the outside of his rig, he leaped up, nearly tripping over the garbage sack. He combed his fingers through his hair. Get ahold of yourself. Ron forced a smile and opened the side door. “Hey, what’s up?”
Lyle blinked and took a step back. “If you haven’t already eaten, I thought you might like some of Heidi’s lentil soup. She made a big batch and we had plenty left over.” He held out a lidded container. “It’s still warm, if you’d like to eat it now. She also wrapped two slices of homemade bread for you.”
The mention of soup caused Ron’s stomach to rumble. “Yeah, I’d appreciate it.” He took the soup gratefully, noticing a nice-looking dog sitting by Lyle’s feet with its ears perked and head tilted to one side. It looked almost like the critter was trying to figure Ron out.
“By the way …” Lyle pointed to the animal. “This is Rusty. He’s pretty friendly once he gets to know you.”
“Okay. Umm … tell your wife thank you. Oh, and I’ll bring the container back to your house in the morning. Will that be soon enough?”
Lyle nodded, and Rusty’s tail wagged. “Have a good night, Ron.”
“Same to you.” Ron closed the door, grabbed a spoon, and took a seat at the table. Opening the lid, he dug into the soup, not bothering to get a bowl. From where he sat, the fridge was easy to reach. Fortunately, he still had a little butter left. Spreading some over the soft slices of bread, Ron couldn’t wait to take a bite. “Lyle’s wife is some cook. If I play my cards right, I might get to sample a lot more of her cooking.”
Today’s the big day, jah?”
Lyle’s question startled Heidi. She hadn’t realized he’d come in from doing his morning chores.
“Yes, it is a big day for me, and I’m a little naerfich,” she admitted.
He walked over to the table where she’d been going over the list of things she wanted to cover during the first class. “There’s no reason to be nervous. I’m confident you’ll do fine.” Lyle placed his hands on Heidi’s shoulders, massaging them a few minutes before leaning down to kiss her cheek. “More than fine, in fact.”
She smiled. Her husband had a positive attitude and always offered encouragement when she felt discouraged or had doubts about something. Was it any wonder she’d answered with a confident yes when he’d asked her to marry him? In addition to his pleasant personality, Lyle was a fine-looking man. He’d caught her eye the moment she’d first seen him at a young people’s singing in Geauga County. Noticing his thick brown hair and dark brown eyes, Heidi had found it difficult to look away.
Lyle had been working at his uncle’s farm in Middlefield the summer they’d met, and by the end of August, when he returned to his home in Holmes County, Heidi was head over heels in love. Afterward, they’d kept in touch through letters and phone messages, and Lyle came back to her house several times to visit and get better acquainted. Heidi felt as though they were meant to be together and had no doubts about leaving Geauga County and moving to Holmes County to spend the rest of her life with Lyle.
Glancing at the clock, Heidi rose from her chair. “I’d better get breakfast started. Soon it’ll be time for my students to arrive.”
“Why don’t you keep it simple this morning? You won’t have as much kitchen cleanup to do.” He opened a cupboard door and took out a clean mug. “In fact, coffee and toast would be enough for me.”
“But I usually fix ham and eggs most Saturday mornings. Since you have an auction today, a big breakfast is a good way to start your day.”
“I don’t need it, Heidi.” Lyle poured himself a cup of coffee. “But if you insist on fixing more, I’ll settle for a bowl of cold cereal to go with the toast. If I get hungry later on, there’ll be plenty to eat at the auction. In fact, if you’d like, I can bring something home for supper.”
“Okay. We both have a busy day ahead of us, and it would be a treat if you brought something home. Danki for offering, Lyle.”
“You’re welcome. Life has many small pleasures, and getting a take-out meal now and then is one of them.” The look Lyle gave her was no less than adoring. She watched her husband open the pantry door and take out a box of cereal. “Think I’ll fix a bowl and take it out to Ron.”
With her lighthearted mood twisting in a different direction, Heidi released an exasperated sigh. “I can’t believe he’s still parked behind our barn. Isn’t he ever going to get his vehicle running well enough to leave?” Tugging on the narrow strings of her head covering, she frowned. “Ron originally asked if he could spend a few days, but he’s been here a week already.”
“He doesn’t have money for the parts he needs.” Lyle set the cereal on the table and took three bowls down from the cupboard. “Ron’s done a few chores to help me outside this past week. The least we can do is offer him a few meals and a place to stay until—”
“Until what, Lyle?” Heidi crossed her arms. “If he has no money to fix his motor home, how is he going to earn any staying here? I’m beginning to wonder if Ron plans to stay on our property indefinitely. Doesn’t he have a job or a family to call for the help he needs?”
“Ron’s made no mention of family, but he did say the RV is his only home. He also said he has no job, only a small monthly retirement check.”
“If he has no home, then how’s he getting his mail?”
“A post office box, but he didn’t say where.”
Heidi touched the base of her neck, feeling warmth beneath her fingers. “How can we be sure he’s telling the truth? Maybe he’s a drifter who uses people to give him money and food.”
“I haven’t given him any money.”