pictured her in English clothes, driving a car, getting her fingernails polished by someone in a salon—a concept so foreign to the Amish it was almost inconceivable. Did she go out to bars with friends? Surf the Internet? Study her phone as if it held the secrets of the universe?
One of her pockets emitted a buzzing sound. She took out a flat mobile phone with a shiny screen. “I have to go,” she said.
“I wish you could stay,” Jonah said.
“That’s nice to hear. But I work in the ER, not surgery. I just came up here to see how you’re doing.”
“Oh,” said Jonah, clearly not understanding the difference between emergency and surgery.
She backed toward the door, still talking. “Tell you what. At the end of my shift, I’ll come back to see you again. If they move you to the ward, I’ll find you. And you know what else? We’ll figure out a place for your uncle to stay. Maybe get him a more comfortable chair.”
That drew a flicker of a smile from Jonah. “Yeah, that would be good, Reese.”
She gave him a look that even a wounded boy couldn’t resist. “You’re going to be okay, Jonah Stoltz,” she said. “That’s a promise. And you know what?”
“What?”
“Keeping promises is my superpower.”
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