Holly bopped out, rounded the hood, and strode to Estherâs door, just as Mamm bustled onto the porch, wearing a navy dress and black apron.
Esther hesitated, knowing she must appear to be one of those fancy folks Mamm used to complain about with distrust. And Holly? Would Mamm see her as an alt maedel âan unmarried spinster trapped into caring for her aging mother?
â Willkumm! Itâs gut to see you!â Mamm hastened down the steps. The strings of her prayer cap were tied under her double chin, a sign the old ways hadnât changed.
Esther tried to smile through the window, but her upper lip stuck to her teeth. Using all her concentration, she opened the car door, swiveled her knees, and stood, barely able to maintain her balance. Mamm swooped closer, her arms reaching to embrace Esther, who leaned back against the car and waited for a verbal assault, since she hadnât written or left a message on the phone shanty before arriving.
âIâve been expectinâ yous,â Mamm said. Sheâd aged considerably and added inches to her middle. Esther could see her thinning hair, blanched the color of dust, through her heart-shaped prayer cap. Fine lines mapped her face and a veneer of tears moistened her once bottle-green eyes, now faded like driftwood.
Mamm patted her breast. âZach drove over to tell me you were in town so I wouldnât faint when I saw ya.â
Esther stared at her motherâs animated face. Hadnât Esther intended to recite a significant phrase to reverse the decades? She finally mustered up, âIâm sorry to hear youâve been ill,â rather than hugging Mamm as she longed to doâor fall to her knees and beg for forgiveness. She didnât deserve her motherâs love. âI regret itâs taken so long,â she said. A shallow remark, and not true. Half of her didnât want to be here, even now.
âThis is gut,â Mamm said. âA gift from God. Ainât so?â
Esther nodded. She wondered if God had orchestrated her homecoming or if Mamm was trying to make her feel guilty. She couldnât feel smaller than she did already, the size of a mouse. Would that she could scurry away.
âTruly, âtis of God.â Mamm grinned, showing crooked teeth, then turned her attention to Holly. What must Holly think of her grandmotherâs sing-songy accent? Her grandma must sound like a country bumpkin.
âI want to hear all about my precious Grossdochder .â Mammâs plump arms encircled Holly, who stood the same height, but half her girth. Esther was surprised Holly hugged her grandmother back. She hadnât received an authentic embrace from Holly for agesâjust pecks on the cheek.
A gamut of emotionsâfeelings of isolation, nostalgia, shameâinundated Estherâs mind, quickening her breath. Sheâd deprived Holly of her grandma, yet all these years sheâd been certain she was making the right choice.
Mamm stepped back, her gaze glued to Holly. âLetâs have a look at ya. Youâre a fine young woman, as pretty as any in the county.â
Who looks like her father, Esther thought. The morning light sloping through the branches of the oak trees on the other side of the road highlighted Hollyâs hair, much the hue of the sorrel mare grazing amongst the neighborâs herd of HolsteinsâSamuelâs rusty-brown hair. Heâd be older now too: Estherâs age. Would a day ever pass by when she didnât long for him?
âI hope weâre not intruding,â Holly said.
âNee!âno! Silly me,â Mamm said, her hands steepled. âI should have invited you in immediately. Kumm rei âcome in. Esther needs no invitation. This will always be her home. Her old roomâs redd up with two beds in it these days.â
The three women climbed the porch stairs. Esther expected to hear the second step creak as she had as a child, but the