and who?” Amber whispered.
Katie refused to comment. Knowing when to give up, Amber said, “I’m sure you and Elam will be very happy together.”
“And Rachel.”
“That’s right, we can’t forget little Rachel. She was my five-hundredth delivery. Did I ever tell you that?”
“No. Looking back all those months ago, I thought it was the worst night of my life. I was unwed, homeless and without family. I didn’t see how things could get much worse. I couldn’t see it would become the best night of my life. I met Elam, I met you, my friend, and I had a beautiful baby girl. Gott has a plan for us even when we can’t see it.”
“If you’re trying to tell me God will take care of my troubles, I already know that. But I can’t sit idly by. I’ve got to take action. Get my own ox out of the well, if you will.”
Katie stirred a drizzle of honey into her tea. “I might be able to help.”
“How?”
“Perhaps I should talk with some of Elam’s family before I say anything. This may be a matter to bring before the church district.”
Frowning in concern, Amber said, “I don’t want you to do anything that will cause trouble for you, Katie. I know you recently took your vows and were baptized into the Amish Church.”
“Don’t worry about me. Worry about the women who are depending on you.”
They were the reason Amber was upset, not for herself. She glanced at her watch. “I should get back to the office. Dr. Phillip is trying to organize some of Harold’s files. Truthfully, they need it. Harold has a terrible time putting things in their place.”
“A day with the furchtbar Dr. Phillip and old files. Sounds like poor fun to me.”
“He’s not terrible. I’m wrong to make him sound that way. The community needs a doctor while Harold is gone and Phillip has put his own career on hold to come here.”
“Ja, we do need a doctor.”
“Even if he’s a wonderful doctor, I just can’t like him. He’s so different from Harold,” Amber muttered, knowing it made her sound like a petulant third grader.
Rising, Katie chuckled. “We must forgive those who trespass against us, Amber.”
“I know,” she admitted. “I’m working on it.”
“And I also must get back to work.”
“I haven’t asked before, but do you like your job here at the Inn?” The café was part of the Wadler Inn, run by Emma and her elderly mother.
“Emma is a good woman to work for. Her mother enjoys watching Rachel while I work. It does fine for me now.”
“Until you marry and become a stay-at-home wife and mother.”
Grinning, Katie nodded. “Ja, until then.”
Amber paid her bill and headed for the door. Being a wife and mother was something she’d always wanted, but it hadn’t come her way.
Not that it was too late. She was only twenty-nine. So what if most of her Amish clients that age already had three or four children? Meeting an eligible man who wasn’t Amish was as likely as finding hen’s teeth in Hope Springs.
As she opened the door, Amber saw Phillip coming out of the hardware store across the street. He caught sight of her at the same moment. She either had to be civil or pretend she was in a hurry and rush away. Tough choice.
Phillip halted at the sight of Amber framed in the doorway of the Shoofly Pie Café, an unappetizing name if he’d ever heard one. Once again he was struck by how lovely she was. Today she wore a simple yellow dress with short sleeves. Her hair hung over her shoulder in a single braid that reached her waist. Now he knew how long it was. Obviously, she hadn’t cut it in many years. It was a nice touch of old-fashioned feminine charm.
They stood staring at each other for several long seconds until a man with a thick black beard and a straw hat stopped in front of Phillip. Realizing he was blocking the door, Phillip stepped out of the way. By the time he looked back, Amber was on her way down the sidewalk heading toward the clinic. He sprinted after her, cutting between two buggies rolling down the avenue.
He and Amber had both been doing their jobs at the clinic, but it didn’t take a genius to see she was still upset. Her icy stares and monosyllablic replies weren’t going unnoticed by their patients. Somehow he had to find a way to break through her anger. Phillip couldn’t handle the practice by himself. There was more to medicine than treating symptoms.
Good medicine had physical, emotional and spiritual components. Amber had what he didn’t yet have in Hope Springs. A familiarity with the people he would be treating and knowledge of the inner workings of the town.
He needed to reach some kind of common ground with her if she could get past his stance on home deliveries. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed her help to keep his grandfather’s clinic running smoothly.
Besides, the last thing he wanted was to tell Harold that he’d driven away the irreplaceable Miss Bradley. During their brief phone conversation last night, Harold once again sang her many praises. If Phillip didn’t know better, he might have thought the old man was playing matchmaker.
After crossing the street at a jog, Phillip reached Amber’s side and shortened his stride to match hers. “Morning, Miss Bradley.”
“Good morning, Doctor.”
“Are you on your way to the office?”
“Yes.”
He glanced at his watch. “You’re a little early, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
In spite of the warm summer sun there was no sign of thawing on her part. He said, “We didn’t see many patients yesterday. Can I expect our patient load to be so light every day?”
“No.”
This didn’t bode well for the rest of the day. “The weather has been agreeable. Are summers in Ohio always this nice?”
“No.”
Getting nowhere, he decided to try a different tack.
Phillip saw an Amish family walking toward them. The man with his bushy beard nodded slightly. His wife kept her eyes averted, but their children gawked at them as they passed by. One of them, a teenage boy, was a dwarf. A group of several young men in straw hats and Amish clothing walked behind the group. None of the younger men wore beards.
When they were out of earshot, Phillip asked, “Why is it that only some Amish men have beards?”
He waited patiently for her answer. They passed two more shops before she obliged him. “An Amish man grows a beard when he marries.”
“Okay, why don’t they have mustaches?”
“Mustaches
