habit as the space suddenly felt close. The door swung all the way open. The woman’s long gown rustled in the evening breeze. The hair poking out from under her kapp seemed grayer than he remembered. Her bright eyes met his. Covering her mouth, she stepped onto the porch, the kindness in her eyes familiar.
“Eli, you’re home.”
THREE
Anna watched transfixed as the Amish woman welcomed them. Eli’s lips curved into a small smile, but a hint of hesitancy flickered in his eyes. “Anna, this is my mother, Mrs. Mariam Miller.”
“Hello, Mrs. Miller. Nice to meet you.” Anna did a horrible job hiding her surprise.
“Please call me Mariam.” She took Anna’s hand in her callused one. “Welcome.” His mother glanced over her shoulder. “Your father must be in the barn with Samuel.” She spun on her heel. “Let me get him.”
Eli reached out and caught his mother’s arm. “Wait. How are you? The plane crash this morning must have been a shock.”
Mariam fidgeted with the edge of her cape. “Those poor people. Do you know how they are?”
Anna’s cheeks grew warm.
“I’m afraid the pilot died. His passenger was the youngest child of the Christophers, Tiffany. She’s in the hospital.” Eli placed a reassuring hand on the small of Anna’s back.
“Oh, dear.” His mother’s eyes grew wide. “Katie Mae does some housekeeping for the Christopher family. I wonder if she knows....”
“I can talk to her if you’d like,” Eli said.
“I hope we’re not stopping by too late.” Anna found herself studying the space, suddenly fascinated to find herself inside an Amish home. Two oak rocking chairs sat in the middle of a room with wall-to-wall oak hardwood floors. The wood continued halfway up the wall and stopped at the chair rail. The room had a scarcity of knickknacks. Her mind’s eye flashed to the assortment of crystal trinkets her mother had collected with reckless abandon. Her childhood home had never lacked for stuff. A lump formed in her throat and she pushed the thought aside.
“I’m glad you came.” Soft frown lines accentuated Mariam’s mouth. “Did the plane crash bring you here?” She gathered her apron in her hands. “The noise. It was horrible.” Tears filled the corners of her eyes.
“Yes, I’m afraid it did.” Eli momentarily found Anna’s hand by her side and gave it a quick squeeze. Anna held her breath, relieved he didn’t explain that her brother was killed in the crash. In her exhausted state, she feared any outpouring of sympathy would send her crumbling.
“Do you need a room for the night? I could check with your father. I’m sure under the circumstances it would be acceptable.” Mariam stepped deeper into the entryway and called, “Katie Mae, please come here.”
“I don’t want to cause any trouble.” Eli slipped his car keys into his pocket.
Mrs. Miller seemed to study her son’s face. “I suppose your brother Samuel won’t mind having a bunkmate.” She hesitated a fraction. “You weren’t planning on sharing a room?”
Embarrassment flushed Anna’s cheeks. She imagined that the Amish views on premarital cohabitation ran toward the conservative. “We’re not...” She glanced at Eli for help, but apparently they didn’t know each other well enough to have their signals worked out.
“My brother was piloting the plane that crashed.” She swallowed hard. “I just met Eli today.” There, she said it out loud. The reality of her words crashed over her. Biting her lower lip, she hoped to keep her emotions at bay.
Mariam’s eyes grew wide. “I am so sorry. Do you need to contact your family? The Jones family down the road has a phone.”
Anna closed her eyes briefly. She couldn’t find the words to say she didn’t have any family. Not anymore. “It can wait,” she lied.
A hint of confusion flashed across Mariam’s face. Eli’s shuttered expression gave nothing away, yet something niggled at her brain. Why hadn’t he asked about her family earlier?
A young woman, probably in her late teens, appeared in the hallway. She had on a calf-length dress in a beautiful shade of blue that matched her eyes. Her flawless skin was untouched by makeup. A loop of brown hair poked out the side of her bonnet. The strings on the bonnet dangled by her chin. When her eyes landed on Eli, she smiled broadly. She covered the distance between them in a few short steps and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her cheeks blushed a pretty pink and she quickly stepped back, running her hands down the front of her dress. “Hey, big brother.” Her eyes sparkled.
“Hey, Katie Mae.”
“So nice to see you. I just got home from work.”
“Still working for the Christophers, I hear.”
Katie Mae rolled her eyes. “Yes. I’m supposed to do light housework, but half the time I’m watching the grandchildren. They are a handful.”
A small smile lifted the corners of Eli’s mouth. “I’m sure you handle them just fine.” He hesitated a moment, as if weighing his next words. “I imagine it was a little chaotic over there today.”
“Oh, dear, yes. Thank goodness Tiffany wasn’t killed in that horrible plane crash. Mrs. Christopher is beside herself. Her mother didn’t even know she was on the plane until the sheriff showed up at her door to tell her about the crash.”
“How horrible,” Anna said.
Eli made the introductions between the women, then turned to his mother. “So, Father’s still out working in the barn? It’s getting late.”
“He and Samuel are checking on Red.” Katie Mae’s voice grew quiet. “He’s getting old.”
“I brought Red, an Irish setter, home when he was a puppy.” A faraway look settled in his eyes. “Must have been more than twelve years ago.”
“Why don’t you show Anna the extra room upstairs?” Mariam motioned to her daughter. “I’ll go discuss the arrangements with your father.”
* * *
Katie Mae led Anna up the wooden stairs to a bedroom down a short hallway. “Can I get you anything?”
Anna glanced around the tidy room. The furnishings were sparse but clean. A beautiful quilt in shades of blue and green covered the bed. A lone calendar was tacked to the wall. “This is fine. Thank you.”
“The bathroom is at the end of the hallway. I will put some clean linens on the chair.” The young woman’s blue gown rustled around her ankles, revealing black laced boots. “If you’d like, I’ll make you some tea and a little something to eat.”
“Thank you.”
Katie Mae paused at the door, and curiosity lit her face. “Is my brother courting you?”
Anna shook her head. “Oh, no. We just met today.”
The young woman frowned.
