Chapter Three
“Aren’t you done with that family?”
Jacob buttoned his light blue shirt without glancing toward his twin brother. “Which family?”
“The Zooks.” The mattress springs squeaked as Eli sat and kicked against the bed’s wooden frame.
“What are you trying to tell me?” He knew what Eli was hinting at, but he wanted to hear him say it.
“I’m reminding you that while Horseshoe Joe was gut to you, you can’t say the same for his daughter.”
Jacob sighed as he pulled one suspender over his shoulder before drawing up the other one. “So, I once liked Annie, and she liked Jed. I got over her years ago.”
“So you say.” Eli rose from his bed, bent to pick up a shoe, which he pointed at Jacob. “Mark my words. She still pines for him, Jake. Even though he’s married to Sarah now.”
Jacob grabbed the black shoe, and with a teasing look Eli retrieved the other one from the floor for him. “And I shouldn’t help Horseshoe Joe because Annie likes Jed?” He snatched the second shoe from Eli’s hand and set both back onto the floor. He pulled on his socks.
“Nay,” Eli said. “I just want you to be mindful of the past. I know ya like the back of my own hand, like you know me.” He grinned, and his blue eyes crinkled at the corners. “We are twins after all.” He plucked a straw hat off the wall peg.
“We are?” Jacob replied with feigned surprise. He grinned as he snatched his hat from his twin’s hands and tossed it on the bed. “I’m not a boy, Eli. Neither are you. And I’m not pining for Annie.” Although he was very glad he’d been able to help in her time of need. “Do you ever think about marrying someday?”
“Ja, I think about it.” Eli ran a hand through his golden-blond hair. “But until I find the right one to wed, I’ll not be thinking too much of it.” He grinned, displaying even white teeth.
Jacob laughed. He loved his brother, not necessarily more than the rest but differently, with the love born of brothers who’d entered this earth on the same day. A relationship which started in Mam’s womb, he thought. The connection between them was strong. They’d been raised from the cradle together, although no one looking at them would believe them twins. Eli’s hair was as fair as his was dark. Day and night, someone had once said of them. They might be different in looks, but that was all. They were close, often sharing each other’s thoughts, sometimes finishing each other’s sentences.
Eli, more than anyone, had understood how he’d felt when Annie Zook had finally won Jed’s attention. They’d been sixteen years old, and although it had been years since he’d stopped hanging about Zook’s Blacksmithy, hoping for a glimpse of Annie, his loss hadn’t been any less painful. He was over Annie, and she certainly didn’t care for him. So why was she so wary of him? Simply because Jed was his brother?
“You don’t have to worry about me.” Jacob slipped on his shoes, then propped a foot onto a wooden chest to tie his shoelaces. “Annie made it clear that she only tolerates me because I stopped to help Joe. Once the ambulance arrived, she wanted me to leave.” He lowered his right leg and raised his left.
“But you stayed anyway,” Eli pointed out.
“Ja.” Jacob finished up and straightened. “I went to the hospital and the haus.” When he’d returned home the day of Horseshoe Joe’s accident, he had confided in Eli how he’d gone to the Zooks’ to check on the house and Millie, and dared to stay to help out. Annie hadn’t liked it, although she’d seemed grateful that he’d found her dog. “Why should I care what she thinks? I was concerned about Joe. And I was worried about her dog.”
Eli laughed. “You were worried about the dog.” His brother regarded him with sympathy, as if Jacob were fooling himself to think that his time at Annie’s had anything to do with an animal. “And now you’re going to talk with Horseshoe Joe, to see if he’ll let you take over his work in his shop until he is well. From what I’ve heard, his recovery could take twelve weeks or more.” Eli paused. “That’s a long time.
“Ja, I know, but I’ll be available if Dat needs me.” He retrieved his hat from the bed, then preceded Eli out of their room and down the stairs to the first floor. “If I have to, I’ll work part-time in the shop and the rest at the farm.”
“As long as Horseshoe Joe agrees,” Eli said from behind him.
“As long as Joe agrees to what?” Isaac asked as he came out from the back of the house.
“Jacob is going to offer to work in the blacksmith shop while Joe recovers,” Eli told their younger brother.
Isaac shrugged as he continued past them. “I’m sure Joe will appreciate it,” he threw back over his shoulder, before he started up the stairs.
“Jake, I hope you know what you’re doing.” Eli followed his brother into the yard. “Helping Joe will put you in frequent company with Annie.
“It will,” Jacob said. “And her sister Barbara. Shall I worry about her, too?”
Eli chuckled. “Maybe you should.”
“Jacob!” Dat exited the house and approached. “Heading over to the Zooks’?” Jacob nodded. “I’d like to go with you.”
“I’ll bring around the buggy.” Jacob flashed a cheeky glance at his twin brother before he headed toward the family’s gray buggy, parked near the barn. As he climbed into the vehicle and grabbed up the leathers, he thought of what his brother had said, and he knew that Eli was right. He had liked Annie Zook as a boy, and she had liked—still liked—his brother Jed. But he was no longer a boy. He was a man who could control his emotions. Besides, without any means to offer a wife, he’d not be thinking of courting or marrying anytime in the near future.
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“When are you going to think about marrying?”
Annie looked up from the piecrust she’d been rolling on a floured board on the kitchen worktable. “Mam, who said I don’t think about it?”
Her mother went to a cabinet and withdrew a tin of cinnamon. “I don’t mean about marrying Jedidiah Lapp. That one is taken. It’s time you looked elsewhere.”
“I know that.” She set down the wooden rolling pin and then wiped her hands on a tea towel. “It’s not as if I can marry the next man who walks through that door,” Annie said patiently as she carefully lifted the edge of the crust and set it into the pie pan. With skill born of experience, she molded the dough against the sides and then turned under the excess along the rim before she pressed the edges into place with a dinner fork.
Mam set the cinnamon tin within her reach and then began to cut up a stick of butter. “Annie,” she said softly. “I know Jed hurt you, and I understand that you’ve decided it would be better for you to marry someone older—”
“Much older,” Annie said with a smile for her mother. “A man who will care for me and accept me as I am. It’s a gut plan.”
“Maybe,”
