being here seven months. She is helpless.â
âSheâs accomplished in other ways.â
âBut that hardly matters now. Amish women need to know how to can.â
âAnd she will learn,â her mother soothed. âWe all learn what we need to learn in our own time, donâtcha think?â
Now that her temper had calmed, Katie felt embarrassed for her behavior and cross words. Her mother was exactly right. Anna was doing the best that she could. âIâm sorry.â
âIâm not sorry that youâre sharing your thoughts with me. Come now, what is really bothering you?â
Katie knew she couldnât keep all her mixed up feelings inside any longer. And, because she trusted her motherâs advice more than anyone elseâs, she whispered, âAnna is getting everything Iâve wanted.â
Her motherâs lips twitched. âYouâve wanted to burn yourself canning?â
âNo, of course not.â Reluctantly, she mumbled, âSoon Anna will have a husband.â
â Ah. You are still thinking of Jonathan Lundy and his offer.â
She couldnât help herself. For the last few days, it was all she ever thought about. âI want to go to Jonathanâs house, Mamm .â
âStaying in his home and watching over his girls does not seem like a terribly wise decision, especially if you have a fondness for Jonathan.â
âYou knew I cared for him?â
âI would have had to be blind and dumb not to know that, Katie.â Leading the way out of the goatsâ pen, she turned to her. âIâm sorry to say this, but the fact is that he does not feel the same way. He might never feel that way. Everyone knows he misses Sarah. Youâll be setting yourself up for heartache.â
âThen let me have heartache while Iâm at least trying. My heart already hurts now and Iâve done nothing.â All sheâd been doing for months was helping her friend learn the Amish ways.
âI see.â After looking at Katie once again, her mother picked up her skirts and shook them. âIâll do some more thinking about this. In the meantime, go see to Anna.â With a bit of a smile she said, âI do believe Henry left her, so sheâs all alone in the kitchen once again.â
Katie could only imagine what Anna was doing if shestill wasnât nursing a hurt finger. âNo telling what mess sheâs made now.â
âThank goodness she has you to show her the best way to clean things up, yes?â
Katie couldnât think of a suitable reply.
Chapter 2
Some days, Jonathan missed Sarah so much he thought his insides would break. Sometimes, he longed for his wife so much, heâd be willing to do just about anything to see her again.
It was one of those days.
Outside the kitchen, the air was crisp and the sky a beautiful robinâs-egg blue. The maple near the house was intent to fill the area with its gloryâ¦the leaves seemed to change to burnt red right before his eyes. Yes, the Lord had blessed them with a perfect late fall day. Within days, the air would become colder and the fields would be covered with a pristine white blanket of snow.
But not quite yet.
When Sarah was alive, she would have been singing a happy tune and would have had every window in theirhouse open to greet the day, regardless of how sharp the wind was. Now he only opened one.
Oh, how he used to grumble about the frostiness of the kitchen. Now, a far different chill permeated the room. One of silence and emptiness. No matter how many people might take up the space, things werenât changing. His wife was gone and in her place was a giant gap of a hole that couldnât seem to be filled.
And heâd tried.
But it was no use. Like a doughnut, there was no center to their lives. The imagery almost made him smile. When Sarah had been alive, heâd taken it for granted that he was the center of the