fewer hummingbirds around the flower beds in the last few days and felt the slight chill in the air, especially late at night when he awoke, restless, and went outdoors and sat on the back porch to pray.
âAutumnâs officially here tomorrow,â he commented.
Sarah gave him a sidelong glance. âSomethinâ more than that on your mind?â
âThere is, jah .â Christian wasnât altogether sure how to bring this up. Knowing Sarah, though, it was best to just get it out and let the chips fall where they might, though he did have his qualms about it. Already he could sense her growing anxiety. âNothinâ to fret over,â he prefaced what he wanted to say.
âOh?â She let out a small laugh. âWell then, why are ya workinâ your jaw like that?â
Not a gut start . . .
He sucked in a breath and began. âThe fella who dropped by todayâDale Wyethâwell, I wondered what youâd think if I invited him to stay over for a couple days at some point.â
âWhatever for?â Sarahâs voice was suddenly shrill.
âJust to give him more time on the farm to observe and take him over to Calebâs shop, too, maybe. Iâd like to teach him what heâs itchinâ to learn.â
âWell, surely the man has a job.â
âHe owns a hardware storeâdoesnât have to be there all the time.â
âOh, Christian.â She sounded downright mournful. âHave ya forgotten so soon âboutââ
âHow could I?â
Sarah folded her arms and looked down at the ground. âSeems to me it ainât a gut idea to let an Englischer near our family.â
Heâd guessed she might say as much. âDaleâs different, though. Heâs not a bit pushy, and from what I gather, heâs a devout Christian. And this is all my ideaâIâm tellinâ you first. Dale knows nothing about the possibility of staying here. Heâs just very curious âbout our ways, is all.â Christian slowed his pace. âAnd spending time with him is helping me like nothing else has.â
âHelpinâ what?â
â Ach, Sarah.â
For a long time, she was silent. When she did speak, her voice cracked. âJust put yourself in Lucyâs shoesâimagine how she might feel.â
Christian considered that.
âI daresay you havenât given this enough thought, dear.â
âWhich is why I brought it up to you now,â he replied as tactfully as possible. To her credit, Sarah had made a fair assessment of the situation.
âIt was wise not to simply jump ahead and invite your friend,â Sarah added.
So she wasnât budging. âGuess Iâll just give him a few pointers, then,â he replied.
If it had been dusk, he might have reached for her hand. But given the way she lookedâher arms a protective shield about herâChristian realized that, dark or light, his wife was not keen on having her hand in his just now. He was sorry heâd ever brought up Dale Wyeth.
Chapter 10
L UCY OPENED THE BACK DOOR to her grandmotherâs small Dawdi Haus and stepped quietly inside. Mammi Flaud was sitting in her most comfortable chair, a gray recliner, a few feet from the oak hutch built by Lucyâs grandfather decades ago. Mammiâs eyes were closed and her gray-white head leaned back in sweet repose, but as Lucy moved inside, the floor creaked and Mammi awakened, her wrinkled face breaking into a sunshine of a smile.
â Ach . I was tryinâ my best to be quiet.â
âYouâre chust fine, child.â Her grandmother leaned on the arms of the chair as she inched up to a stand, though still a bit stooped. âYour cousin Barbie Ann, over in New Holland, came by yesterday and dropped off a large bag of fabric leftovers,â Mammi said as they went into the kitchen and sat down for some coffee.
âHow nice for the quilter