reason for taking her here?
âIt looks like a nice place,â she said as they crossed the parking lot. âItâs big.â
He laughed. âItâs not that big. You should see some of the other college campuses in the state. UK out in Lexington is huge.â
âUK?â
âThe University of Kentucky.â Flushing, he said, âAll my life I wanted to go there. I even used to want to play ball for them. But it wasnât meant to be.â
âWhy wasnât it meant to be?â she asked as he held the door open for her and they walked into the air-conditioned building. âI thought you liked this school.â
âOh, I do. But that didnât stop me from wishing I had gotten a scholarship to a big school like that.â With a shrug he said, âNone of it matters, anyway. I wasnât a good enough baseball player to get a scholarship and my parents couldnât afford to help me get there any other way.â
Lydia sensed there was more he wasnât sharing, but she had no idea how to encourage him to tell her more. And, of course, hearing about all his ties to the outside world made her feel insignificant and awkward.
She liked their life in Crittenden County. She liked how they were friends with most everyone, Amish or English. She felt more of an equal there. Here, she felt conspicuous in her dress and kapp .
And the crowds of people her age sitting in tables around them, listening to music on their headphones, chatting on cell phones, and working on their laptop computers felt overwhelming as well. Silently, she followed him down the hall and then up a flight of stairs.
When they came to an office door, Walker steeled himself before turning the knob and walking in. Lydia followed.
A lady who didnât look to be much older than them looked up from what she was working on at her desk. âYes?â
âMy nameâs Walker Anderson. I have some paperwork to pick up?â
She paused and smiled at Walker. âI remember you,â she said lightly. âYou came in, looking for information about some correspondence courses.â
âYeah.â
âWe set aside some information in a packet. Hold on and Iâll go get it.â
When she got up, Lydia looked at Walker suspiciously. He was standing tall right next to her, but he seemed distant. Removed. âWhat is she talking about, Walker?â
âHuh? Oh, Iâll tell you in a minute.â
Lydia held on to her patience as the woman gave Walker the packet. They talked about credit hours and prerequisites, and then Walker wrote down the womanâs phone number and email address.
But the moment they were back in the hall, she turned to him. âWalker, what is going on?â
He guided her to an empty portion of the hall. âIâve been thinking about taking some classes online next semester. On the computer.â
âOkay . . .â
He took a deep breath. âAnd I thought you might want to do that, too.â
She almost laughed. âWalker, I canât go to college. You know I never even went to high school.â
âThatâs whatâs so great about what Alison found. You can get your GED online, Lydia. You can take classes with me back at home.â
âI canât be taking classes, Walker. Iâm working almost every day at the nursery.â
âYeah, but you donât want to do that forever, do you? I mean, now that weâre together, we need to plan ahead, right?â
Lydia felt like smacking her palm on the side of her head. My, but it had certainly taken her long enough to figure out what Walker had been getting at. The whole time sheâd been waiting and hoping for Walker to turn away from all he knew and become Amish, heâd been doing some planning of his own.
âWe do need to plan,â she agreed slowly. âBut Iâm afraid itâs not going to be as easy as Iâd hoped. Or you hoped