his tone was so intense that she couldnât doubt he meant it. His sympathy wiped away her irritation and made her ashamed that sheâd spoken so abruptly.
âIâm sorry. Iâm the one who should apologize.â She took a deep breath, trying to ease the tightness in her throat. âItâs justâ People will talk about it again, once they know heâs back.â
âYou could be careful, not give them anything new to talk about.â
âLike meeting him at the schoolhouse?â Her temper, always so controlled, flared.
Danielâs strong face was impassive. âYou are my childrenâs teacher, an Amish schoolteacher, chosen for the position because of your faith and your character. What you do, who you seeâthat matters to all the children who are your responsibility.â
Before she could say a word, he walked off toward the croquet game.
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Leah stood at the end of the picnic table, setting out forks and napkins while she rehearsed all the things she should have said to Daniel. Unfortunately, heâd spoken nothing but the truth. It was too bad that he seemed to have the ability to bring out the emotions she usually kept under such careful control.
Rachel slipped an arm around her waist. âWhy so deep in thought?â
Leah shook off the fear that there might have been a veiled threat in Danielâs final words. Time enough to worry about that later. Nowânow she had to tell Rachel about Johnny.
âI must talk with you, Rachel.â There was no easy way to break this news. Sheâd just have to come out with it. At least at the moment everyone else seemed occupied, either with the game or with their own talk. âIâve seen Johnny.â
Rachelâs breath caught. âOur Johnny? Seen him? Heâs here in Pleasant Valley?â
âHe came to the schoolhouse yesterday, wanting me to talk to you for him, to tell you why heâs back.â
Sudden hope blossomed on her friendâs face. âHe wants to come home? To repent and be one of us again?â Her voice lifted in joy.
It hurt Leahâs heart to destroy that hope, but it was best to do it quickly, since it must be done. âNo. Iâm sorry, Rachel.â
The hope faded, and Rachelâs eyes filled with tears. She turned, hiding her face from the playing children. Leah gave her time, her arm encircling her friendâs waist. She longed so deeply to help her, but some pains couldnât be soothed by even the most comforting words.
Finally Rachel managed a feeble smile. âAch, I never really thought that would happen. Johnny always wanted the outside world too strongly.â
âYou couldnât stop hoping heâd come back to us,â Leah said softly.
Rachel shook her head. âWhy is he here, then? What does he want if not to rejoin the community?â
Leah picked her words carefully, feeling a flicker of anger toward John. He should be explaining this himself instead of putting it onto her.
âHeâs working with that doctor whoâs doing the research on geneticdiseases that affect the children. He said heâd be here for six months, at least.â
âSix months?â Rachel bit her lip. âIt will be hard, having him near that long but not one of us.â
âDid you have any idea of what he was doing?â
âNo.â The sidelong look seemed a little guilty. âJust that heâd gone to college for some kind of science.â
âYou never told me that.â Sheâd thought that she and her closest friend shared everything.
Rachelâs gaze slid away from Leahâs, and she fiddled with the forks much as Leah had done, as if her hands needed to be busy. âYou seemed like youâd forgotten him. I didnât want to bring it all up again and make you feel bad. Did I do wrong?â
âNo. Itâs all right.â But she hadnât