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Chapter 7

E.A. laughed softly as she finished telling Jemima and Roy the news. “So that, children, is why I was feeling so bad this morning. It wasn’t because I was deathly ill—it’s because I’m going to have a baby.”

Will reached for his wife’s hand. “I know it’s a surprise, but it was a mighty big surprise for us, too,” he said with a fond look at E.A. “However, I have a feeling that if you take a big breath and give yourselves some time to adjust to the idea, you both are going to feel as delighted as we do.”

Though everything inside her wanted to kick and rail, Jemima only nodded. “I understand, Mr. Kurtz.”

“You understand?” Will looked confused . . . and maybe sad, too?

“Jah.” Remembering her manners, she smiled. “You are right, Mrs. Kurtz. This is gut news. I’m happy for you.” She wasn’t, but she couldn’t really say that. Actually, she couldn’t really do anything but sit there and wish she was somewhere else.

No, wish that she was back in time, sitting in her old house with her real parents. That’s where she wished she was.

Beside her, Roy inhaled and exhaled noisily. Then he did it again.

E.A. looked alarmed. “Roy, what is wrong? Are you sick?”

“Nee. I’m takin’ deep breaths, just like Will said I should.”

Both Mr. and Mrs. Kurtz laughed. “I’m glad you’re doing as I asked, but it was just an expression, Roy,” Will said. “I meant that sometimes when God gives you something unexpected, it’s a gut idea to take a moment to reflect on it.”

“I’m reflectin’ real hard.”

Roy took another big, deep breath, which was really annoying. “Stop it, Roy,” Jemima said.

He looked hurt. “But I’m reflecting.”

“Oh, brother.” He was also being stupid.

E.A. chuckled. “That’s a mighty gut pun there, Jemima.”

She smiled, even though she had no idea what a pun was, but right now she didn’t care. “Is that all we needed to talk about, Mrs. Kurtz?”

Will’s expression fell. “Jah, Jemima. Do you have any questions, though? We can talk about the baby, if you’d like. Or Christmas. We can talk about anything that might be bothering you.”

She knew that wasn’t true. Neither Will nor E.A. was going to like to hear about anything that she was thinking about. “I don’t have any questions.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Can I go to my room now?”

“Jah, but I thought you were going to help me put together baskets for some of the widows in the area?” E.A. asked.

“I’ll help you, but, um, I just need to go get something up in my room first.”

Roy eyed her curiously. “What do you need to get, Jemima?”

“That’s none of your business,” she snapped. Why couldn’t she just leave the room?

“Sorry! I was just asking!”

“I’m older, you know. You don’t have to know everything that I do.”

“You don’t have to be so snippy, either.”

“Oh, children. Let’s all calm down,” E.A. said.

“I am calm. I’m just trying to go to my room! Can’t I leave now? Please?” Tears filled Jemima’s eyes. She turned her head away before anyone else could see.

But of course they did.

Will got to his feet. “Roy, let’s go to the mudroom and put on our boots and coats,” he said in a tone that sounded far too chipper. “You can come help me clear off the walkway.”

Roy practically slid off the couch in his haste to be Will’s helper. “I’m a gut helper, but I’m gonna need gloves, too.”

“Jah. Of course,” Will said as he rested a hand on her brother’s head. “We’ll get gloves for both of us. Let’s go. If we get our work done fast, we’ll have time to make a snowman, jah?”

Roy practically started jumping up and down. “Jah. I’m gut at making snowmen, too.”

As they disappeared from sight, E.A. smiled at Jemima. “I believe that brother of yours is as excited as a puppy in a field of rabbits.”

The picture E.A. created was a good one, to be sure. But instead of relaxing her, it made Jemima sadder. There was no telling what her next set of foster parents would be like. Would they paint pretty pictures with their words or take the time to encourage her brother? She couldn’t imagine they would be so blessed two times in a row. No, the new foster parents would probably be more like Dan and Shirl.

As her sense of doom heightened, Jemima got to her feet. She had to get out of the room before she burst into tears. “So, may I?”

“You may, but may we talk for a moment before you leave?”

“What do you want to talk about?” Jemima knew she sounded sullen and rather rude, but she didn’t want to talk about the baby anymore. She really didn’t want to pretend to be excited for E.A. and Will.

No, all she wanted to do was go lie down on her bed, hug her pillow tight, and try not to think about what was going to happen. Her foster parents were going to have their own children; they wouldn’t need Jemima and Roy.

“If you wouldn’t mind sitting down again, I’ll tell you. I promise, I won’t keep you here long, dear.”

Dear? Did that mean she cared? Reminding herself that it was only an expression, Jemima sat back down and stared at her feet.

“Jemima, you look so worried about the future. I hate to see that.”

“I’m not worried,” she said quickly.

“It’s okay if you are. I mean, I know that it can be hard when something occurs that seems to come out of left field. But I guess you know that.”

Oh, she did. She knew far too well what it felt like to go from wishing that she could have hot fudge sauce on her ice cream to wishing that she had her parents again. There was no comparison.

But how could she put such things into words? She couldn’t, especially if it risked making E.A. sad. Will would be very upset with her, and might even be so mad that he wouldn’t let them stay until Christmas.

“All I want to do is get something from my room.”

Looking disappointed in her, E.A. nodded. “I’m sorry, Jemima. Of course you may do that. How about you meet me in the dining room in a half hour or so? We’ll work on the baskets and then maybe make some pretzels.”

Jemima scooted off the couch and hurried to her room. She closed the door and leaned up against it. And then slid down the wood until her head was resting near the floor. It was uncomfortable and the wood floor was cold, but she was safe. No one could come inside without her knowing.

Only then did she start to pray for Jesus to watch over her and Roy this Christmas. She wasn’t sure if He was listening, but just in case He was, she made sure to say “please” a whole bunch.