that. She simply could not. Getting up, Lucy crept to the window, then stepped back a bit so as not to be seen. It was possible to be spotted this high in the house, she recalled now, feeling ashamed anew.
Below, her fatherâs face was animated as he and the clean-shaven fellow stood outside the stable now, near Hurricane Henryâs stall, and not far from Sunshine, their older mare.
Lucy watched her father shake hands with the young man and, of all things, motion toward the house.
She cringed. â Nee . . . â
Chapter 9
M ARTIE SMILED AT THE SIGHT of Ray reading her column in The Budget as he sat at the head of the table, waiting for an early supper. âI enjoyed readinâ it. Too bad itâs not out twice a week.â He winked at her and set the paper aside.
â Ach , thatâd be too often for this writer to keep up.â She carried a platter of meatloaf to the table. âDid ya happen to see that red pickup go down the road earlier?â she asked.
Young Jesseâs eyes went wide.
âI mean lickety-split,â she added, reaching to tie the terry cloth bib around Joshâs neck in the wooden high chair between her and Ray.
âI mustâve been out fillinâ silo.â Her husband folded his hands, ready to pray the silent grace and get on with the meal.
Martie bowed her head, her heart filled with gratitude for the plentiful meal and for her precious family. These boys, lively as colts!
Ray cleared his throat to signal the end of the prayer, and they lifted their heads on cue. Promptly, Martie reached for the platter of meatloaf and passed it to Ray, then dished up some for Jesse and Josh, and finally for herself. There were fluffy mashedpotatoes with creamy gravy, and buttered carrots with parsley sprinkled on top.
âWhatâs this now about a pickup?â Ray asked when his plate was full.
âAw, probâly nothinâ,â she said.
âMaybe it was the man your Dat invited to drop by the farm,â Ray suggested casually. âYour brother James said he met a fella at a meetinghouse last week.â
âJames knows âbout this?â Martie was surprised, but then again, everyoneâs business was known fairly quickly around here.
âSeems so.â Ray smacked his lips and reached for more potatoes and gravy. âSays the young manâs mighty curious âbout simple ways.â
âGoinâ Plain, ya mean?â
âWell . . . not so far as that.â
âWhat, then?â Sheâd never heard of an outsider interested in the Old Ways without also wanting church membership.
Ray glanced at her, gave her a smile, and returned his attention to his food. âGuess there are some English who wanna live more independently, is all. Not be so reliant on electricity and whatnot.â
âSâposinâ itâs not too peculiar, what with some folk worryinâ over the state of our world.â
âWe mustnât forget that this is Godâs green earth,â Ray said, his meatloaf disappearing quickly from the plate. He looked at Jesse and Josh. âThe Lord God has His mighty hands wrapped around the world Heâs created, protecting itâand usâtill itâs time to call us Home.â
Ray certainly had a way of putting things back into perspective. Martie reached for the serving bowl of cooked carrots and put a small amount on young Joshâs plate. âLookee there,â she cooed encouragingly. âYou like these, Bobbli .â
âHeâll use his fingers if you donât give him a fork, dear,â Ray observed.
â Jah, â she said, still marveling that her baby was old enough to hold a utensil.
Across the table, to Rayâs left, there came a thunk . Young Jesse frowned like he might let loose with a wailâhis toy pickup must have fallen off his lap. Quickly, he looked to his father for permission to get down and
Landon Dixon, Giselle Renarde, Beverly Langland