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Chapter 2

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If there was anything Rose Anna loved more than quilting, it was teaching the twice-weekly quilting class at the women’s shelter in town.

She’d started volunteering there with her schweschders, and now whether or not they were able to come, she continued because she enjoyed it so much.

The shelter was a big, rambling house just outside the town proper. There was no sign in front. People passing by wouldn’t know it was anything but a family home. That was because the women and kinner inside wouldn’t be safe if the husbands and boyfriends the women fled from knew where they were.

She knocked and Pearl, the woman who ran the shelter, answered the door herself and greeted her with a big smile.

The shelter should have been a sad place. Actually it had been at times when she first came with Lavina. She’d never seen women with bruised faces or kinner with eyes full of fear who hid behind their mudder’s skirts. It wasn’t that abuse didn’t happen in the Amish community. But it wasn’t something that she had come into direct contact with like she saw here.

Gradually she’d seen the women’s shelter as a place of hope. Because the place itself had changed.

The quilting classes taught by Kate Kraft, the police officer and quilting enthusiast, had made a difference.

One by one, women climbed the stairs to the second floor of the shelter to a room Pearl had converted into a sewing room with long tables and donated sewing machines. Kate had volunteered to teach the quilting classes, and being Kate, she’d convinced others to join her.

Lavina hadn’t believed she could contribute anything, but Kate showed her that she could. And then Lavina had gotten Mary Elizabeth to come.

So, of course, Rose Anna had to see why her two older schweschders took time off from their work and daily chores to teach quilting at a woman’s shelter.

And she’d been hooked.

Kate had made a difference, and then Leah, an Amish woman who owned the Stitches in Time shop in Paradise, had seen a way to help the women even more. The two of them had come up with the idea for Leah to open a second shop called Sewn in Hope to sell the crafts they made.

Now the room was filled with women who happily sewed their way out of despair and financed a way to build a future for themselves and their kinner.

Today, many of the women were sewing Thanksgiving and Christmas crafts. They were the most popular items offered at Sewn in Hope at any time of the year.

Rose Anna stopped by the table near the window where a new resident sat staring at the quilt block handed out at the beginning of the class. The woman looked small, her chin-length brown hair falling forward over her thin face. She wore a faded T-shirt with an Army slogan and camouflage pants.

“Hello, I’m Rose Anna.”

The woman jerked and stared up at her with frightened green eyes. “I—hi. I’m Brooke.”

“Would you like some help with your block?”

“No, I think I can handle it.”

She bent over it again, and Rose Anna couldn’t help wondering if she was intent on working on it or trying to hide the yellowing bruise around one eye.

And Brooke kept glancing nervously at the windows at her side as her fingers plucked at the fabric block.

“Just let me know if you need anything,” Rose Anna said quietly. “And welcome to the class. I hope you enjoy it.”

Brooke nodded jerkily and kept her eyes focused on the block.

Rose Anna walked a few steps away, and suddenly something bright and round whirled at her like a child’s Frisbee and chucked her on the chin. She grabbed at it and frowned at the fabric circle. “Why it’s a yo-yo.”

“Sorry, Rose Anna.”

She grinned at Jason, a little boy who’d come to the shelter last month with his mudder and two schweschders. “It’s okay. It didn’t hurt me.”

“That’s not a yo-yo. Yo-yos are toys.”

“My grandmother made these,” Edna told him. “I thought about making a quilt with them, but then I came up with something different.” She waved a hand at her table, and Rose Anna saw that she’d made various sizes of them, stacked them from largest at the bottom to the smallest at the top. Then she’d sewed a fabric ribbon at the top to hang them. They were little trees of fabric.

“They’re darling,” Kate said as she stopped at the table and held one up. She smiled at Edna. “I think they’ll sell well at the shop.”

“They’re easy to make and don’t take much fabric.”

“Speaking of fabric,” Kate announced as she continued into the room. She held up a shopping bag in each hand.

“I thought you had court this morning.”

“I did. We finished early, and Leah’s shop was on the way here.”

“Ha!” said Edna. “You know you find every excuse you can to stop by there.”

“Guilty!” Kate laughed. “So I guess this means you don’t want to see it?”

Edna jumped up. “You guessed wrong.” She turned to the other women in the room. “Kate’s got new fabric!”

They swarmed over, eager to check out the new fabric. Kate stepped closer to Rose Anna.

“I see we have someone new,” she said quietly, jerking her head in the direction of a woman who sat at a table near the windows.

“Her name’s Brooke. She didn’t want to talk much,” Rose Anna told her. “So I told her to let me know if she needed any help and just let her be. Sometimes it takes a while for a person to feel comfortable.”

Kate nodded. “I’ll put my things down and say hello.”

A woman walked up to ask her a question, and after she left, Kate turned to Rose Anna.

“Where’d Brooke go? I didn’t see her leave the room.”

Rose Anna glanced around. “I don’t know.”

“Could I have this piece, Kate?” Edna asked, her eyes bright with excitement. “It’d go great in a lap quilt I want to make.”

“Sure. Take whatever you want.” She smiled at the women milling around the table admiring the fabric. “Malcolm said if I brought more fabric home he’d have to build an addition onto the house.”

Rose Anna laughed. “My daed’s always saying things like that. But I noticed that he always smiles when he says it, and he keeps building more shelves in our sewing room.”

There was a tug on her skirt. She glanced down and saw Lannie, a little girl who was three, clutching at her skirt.

Lannie popped her thumb out of her mouth. “Lady,” she said, pointing at the table by the window. “Lady,” she repeated and pulled at Rose Anna’s skirt to indicate she should follow her.

She let the child lead her over to the table, wondering what she could be trying to tell her. “Lady,” she said again. She pointed under the table.

So Rose Anna obliged and looked under the table and into Brooke’s terrified gaze. The woman had her arms wrapped around herself and was shaking.

She knelt down. “Brooke? What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

“Window,” she managed. “I can’t. The window.”

Rose Anna turned and gestured to Lannie. “Get Kate, Lannie. Get Kate.”

***

“So how are things going?”

John dumped the shovel of manure in the wheelbarrow and grimaced at his older brother.

“Couldn’t be better. It’s the weekend, and here I am helping my brother clean out a stall. As if I don’t shovel enough of this on my job.”

David laughed and slapped him on the shoulder. “Well, Lavina’ll make it up to you. She’s fixing us lunch, and you know she’ll give you enough leftovers to feed you for a week. I heard she made an extra pie.”

“Apple?”

“Ya.”

John paused and considered. “That makes me feel a little better.”

“Still eating a lot of ramen noodles?”

He laughed. “My specialty.”

“Sam must be missing them now that he’s married to Mary Elizabeth.”

“The two of you are getting to be soft old married men,” John jeered.

“Marriage is great,” David told him as he set his shovel aside. “You should try it.”

“Not me. Not for a long time. It’s up to me to keep up the Stoltzfus reputation now.” He grinned. “It’s hard for one man to carry the load, but I’ll try to do the job.”

David frowned. “Sounds like you’re enjoying your rumschpringe a little too much.”

“No lectures, big brother.” John picked up the handles of the wheelbarrow and started out of the barn. No way was he going to admit that he didn’t have the time—or the money—to enjoy the single Englisch-guy lifestyle.

He dumped the contents of the wheelbarrow and returned to the barn.

“Seriously, you and Daed couldn’t get along? It would have saved you from having to get your own place.”

“I tried.”

“Did you?” David asked quietly.

John felt his defenses leap up. “It’s not me!”

“Nee?”

“No.” John refused to use Pennsylvania Dietsch since he’d left the community. “I just seem to . . . irritate him. Nothing I do, nothing I say is right.”

“Yeah, I always felt that about you.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“I was joking, John.”

He stared off into the distance and sighed. “I know Mom was happy I was here, but I just can’t handle it anymore. And if I stayed, I’d just be pressured to join the church. You know that. So I found myself a place.”

“Something you can afford on your own? I thought you and Sam looked before he got married.”

“A friend of my boss has a caretaker’s cottage he hasn’t been using. It needs some fix-up so I’ll be doing that to reduce the rent.”

“Well, I guess that’s gut,” David said doubtfully.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I’d hoped you’d work out the problems with Daed if you stayed here.”

“Well, I couldn’t.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I think it’s for the best. I appreciate you and Lavina having me here.”

“Anytime.” David laid a hand on his shoulder. “Anytime. I mean it. And I know Sam and Mary Elizabeth asked you to stay with them.”

“Yeah, just what a newly married couple needs. A brother hanging around so they have no privacy.”

“You’re forgetting Mamm and Daed live with us, and they don’t intrude on our privacy.”

John shuddered. People always said things could be worse. And they could. He could be an old married man like his brothers and have his parents living with him. He was just twenty-three. He wasn’t ready to be a married man anytime soon.

“Look, I’m glad you and Sam are happy being married. But I’m not ready. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready.”

David paused shoveling and regarded him. “I thought you were interested in Rose Anna for a long time.”

John shrugged and shoveled up more manure. “That was a long time ago. And I can safely say we’re not going to get back together now.”

“Now?” David straightened. “What happened?”

“You mean Dad didn’t tell you?”

“Nee.”

He stopped and propped his arm on the shovel handle. “She has quite a temper, that Rose Anna.” He told David about the snowball fight.

“You didn’t! Right there in the kitchen?”

“She started it!”

“Ya, and you didn’t have any trouble finishing it, did you?”

John looked hard at him, trying to see if David was judging him. But David was grinning.

“She’s sure holding a grudge,” John said as he went back to shoveling.

“The Zook maedels schur never held back on letting us know how they felt.”

“But Lavina forgave you. Mary Elizabeth forgave Sam.”

“Ya. But we met them halfway.”

“You know Rose Anna. She wants all the way—and everything her way.”

“She reminds me a lot of you.”

“I don’t have to have everything my way.”

“Nee?”

“No!”

They went back to shoveling and didn’t speak. When the wheelbarrow was full, David stood with his hands resting on his shovel. “Lavina forgave me. And then she saved my life. She persuaded me to come home. It was hard at first. Daed was as miserable as he ever was when I first came back. He’d always been hard. But he was angry at getting the cancer.”

“I know all this.”

“Ya. But maybe you’re forgetting that things changed for the better. And it’s because of Lavina leading me back home, back to church, back to God.”

“I’m happy for you,” John said quietly. “But I don’t need the same things.”

“Nee?”

“No. And I don’t need you trying to bring me back to the church. I know that’s what you and everyone in the church is supposed to do to save me. I don’t need saving.”

He propped the shovel against a wall, pushed the wheelbarrow outside, and dumped the contents. Turning, he started back and then stopped. He took a deep breath to steady himself, then another. It was no good getting mad at David. They’d both gone to church since they were babes in their mother’s arms. They were taught that if someone strayed from the church, you had to try to save them or they couldn’t go to heaven.

By the time he went back inside David had spread bedding in the stalls for the horses. “I gotta go,” he told him. “I promised to put in a couple hours with Peter.”

“Eat first. Please. Lavina will be so disappointed if you don’t.”

John hesitated.

“Please.”

He nodded. It was tough to say no when he brought up Lavina. “I can’t stay long.”

“I’ll tell her you have to eat and run.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound very gracious.”

“She knows how you are.” David grinned at him and slung an arm around his shoulders.

“Think you’re pretty funny, don’t you?” John grabbed him in a headlock, and they tussled for a few minutes before David managed to throw him off.

“I’m not so soft, am I, bruder?” he asked, chuckling.

“I let you go,” John said. “I’m hungry.”

But just to make sure David didn’t try to prove him wrong, he took off to the house.

***

“How are the quilting classes going at the shelter?” Mary Elizabeth asked as they sat working on their quilts in the sewing room of the Zook home later that week. “I was so sorry to miss them the past two weeks.”

“We had some excitement the other day.”

“Not an angry ex-husband—”

“Nee, nothing like that.” Rose Anna knotted her thread, clipped it with scissors, and looked at her schweschder. “We have a new resident who came to the class and had an anxiety attack.”

“Quilting class made her anxious?”

“Kate says she has PTSD as well as being abused by her ex-husband. She hadn’t been out of her house in months, then she had to leave when he beat her.”

She frowned. “She came to the class and couldn’t handle sitting by the window. She was hiding under her table. It was so sad.”

“What’s PTSD?” their mudder asked.

“Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Kate said Chris Matlock had it after he served in the military. You remember, he used to be Englisch before he came here and married Hannah, Matthew Bontrager’s schweschder.”

“So this woman was in the military?”

Rose Anna nodded. “Kate said she served in Afghanistan.”

“Imagine, women in the military,” Linda said.

“Kate was in the Army before she came here to work as a police officer,” Rose Anna reminded her.

“I forgot. Seems like she’s been here so long she’s always been a part of Paradise.” Linda got up and put another log on the fire.

“So what happened?” Mary Elizabeth sat, needle suspended over her quilt, looking at her. “Kate got under the table and talked to her awhile and got her to come out. Then they went downstairs. When Kate came back she told me that when Brooke returns we should find her a table away from the window.”

“Sad.”

“I think it’s time for a cup of tea,” their mudder announced a few minutes later. “I’ll go put the kettle on.”

“We’ll be right down.” Mary Elizabeth watched her leave the room then turned to Rose Anna. “So, how’s Peter?”

“He’s fine.”

“Just ‘fine’? That doesn’t sound so gut.”

Rose Anna stared down at the quilt in her hands. “I like Peter. I really do.”

“But?”

“But I don’t feel the same way about him that I do about John.”

“Well, from what I hear, Peter might be happy about that.”

“What?”

Mary Elizabeth tried to fight back a smile. “You’ve got really good aim.”

It took a moment, and then Rose Anna realized what her schweschder was talking about. She rolled her eyes. “How did you find out? Nee, let me guess. Waneta told Lavina, and she told you.”

Mary Elizabeth just grinned.

“Are you going to tell Mamm?”

“Do I look like a tattletale?”

“Ya.” She paused then shook her head. “Nee. That would be our older schweschder. She was always telling on us.”

Mary Elizabeth laughed. “Well, if I don’t there’s no guarantee Lavina or Waneta won’t, you know.”

“I don’t know what got into me,” Rose Anna said, remembering. “He was getting into his truck, and suddenly I just saw red. Before I knew what was happening I was making a snowball and throwing it at him.”

She sighed. “And you know John. He didn’t just keep going on his way. He got out of his truck and started firing snowballs back at me.”

Mary Elizabeth shook her head. “The two of you have always gone head to head.”

“Hey, I’m not the one who does that.”

Her schweschder just looked at her.

“Anyway, when I ran inside his haus, he followed me. He actually followed me into the kitchen and rubbed snow in my face. In front of his own mudder.”

“Bet he got a lecture from her,” Mary Elizabeth muttered.

Rose Anna grinned. “And hopefully his dat heard about it from her and he had something to say to John.”

“Now that’s just mean! You know he and his dat don’t get along. I bet Amos burned his ears off.”

“I know.” She giggled. “I wish I could have been there for that.”

“Shame on you.” Mary Elizabeth tried to look stern. Then she giggled, too.

“Are you going to tell Mamm?” she asked her again.

Her schweschder stared at her for so long Rose Anna felt apprehensive. “If she asks me, I have to tell her,” she said finally. “But I won’t go telling her. That would be gossiping.”

Rose Anna nodded. “Danki.” She sighed. “But like I said, Lavina or Waneta could.” She set her quilt down. “That’s what I get for my behavior. It’s just that John makes me so mad sometimes.”

“Now he doesn’t make you anything,” Mary Elizabeth chided as she put her quilt down. “It’s how you choose to react.”

“Look out,” Rose Anna told her as she narrowed her eyes. “I’m feeling like reacting right now.”

Laughing, Mary Elizabeth ran for the stairs. “You’ll have to catch me first.”

Linda looked up as they clattered down the wooden stairs. “Well, well, there’s two dainty, ladylike maedels.”

She turned to her mann sitting at the kitchen. “Do you know these hooligans, Jacob? They look like our dochders, but I’m not schur.”

He chuckled. “Sounded like heifers coming down the stairs, but ya, those do look like our dochders.”

Their mudder shook her head and smiled as she poured boiling water into mugs. “I wasn’t schur. Kumm, have your tea.”

Rose Anna pulled out a chair and sat primly. “Mary Elizabeth was chasing me.”

“Really?”

She stared at Mary Elizabeth, then her mudder. She’d learned her lesson about impulsive behavior, hadn’t she? “Nee,” she said after a long moment. “I was teasing her.”

The four of them shared a break with cookies and tea—well, her dat was having his usual coffee. He never drank tea.

After a few minutes he got to his feet, saying he had to get back to his chores. He shrugged into his jacket and grabbed up another cookie before heading out the back door.

Linda went upstairs shortly afterward, leaving Rose Anna and Mary Elizabeth alone at the table.

“You’re being awfully quiet.”

Rose Anna stared down into the contents of her tea cup wishing she could find an answer there. “I can’t—Peter—I can’t—” she lifted her hands, let them fall as she shook her head. “I tried to fall in love with Peter. I wasn’t just flirting with him the way you and Lavina thought.”

She shook her head. “Well, I did flirt with him, and he flirted with me. It felt gut to have a man want to be with me after John didn’t want me.”

Mary Elizabeth just sat listening.

“But I don’t feel Peter is the mann God set aside for me.”

“And who is?” Mary Elizabeth asked her cautiously.

“John.”

“If he is—and I’m not saying he isn’t—don’t you think things would have worked out before now?”

“Sometimes it takes more time,” Rose Anna said firmly. She got up and put her cup in the sink.

Then she turned to face her schweschder. “And sometimes God needs a little help.”