had been totally in the dark. ââNo . . . donât you see? Our beginning was a fraud,ââ she whispered, blinking back tears.
He set down his glass. ââWhatâs the difference how it started? What matters is how it ends.ââ His tone was one of impatience now.
How it ends . The words rang hollow and prophetic.
ââIt matters to me, ââ she said.
ââYouâre making too much of this.ââ
She couldnât help it . . . she thought of her first boyfriend, a man a few years older whom sheâd met at the start of her junior yearâan art fanatic like her. Trey Douglas had loved her for who she was. But the timing was all off for them. She should have followed him to London. Instead, sheâd fallen prey to her own fatherâs misguided scheme.
She shook her head. ââNo, Michael! I donât want any part of this. I thought you loved me, no strings attached. I had no idea this was part of someoneâs plan to manipulate us. The whole thing is messed up.ââ She rose and hurried down the short hall to her bedroom and closed the door.
ââLouisa, baby . . . wait! Letâs talk this out.ââ
ââIâve heard enough.ââ She locked the door, leaning her head against it, clutching her aching throat.
Even in spite of his repeated knocking and calling to her, she simply could not bring herself to open the door. It would break her heart even more to look into his face.
All a charade!
Chapter 5
S aturdayâs corn-husking bee at Deacon Bylerâs farm was off to a grand start, even though neither the shucking of ears of corn nor the stacking of stalks had begun. Young people, and a few married chaperones, were arriving, and already dozens of buggies were lined up in a row, parked along the side yard.
Annie and her sister-in-law Sarah Mae worked together, straining their fingers to unhitch Dolly from the enclosed family carriage. Pretty soon, Obed, one of Deacon Bylerâs sons, walked over and helped finish the task. That done, he led the horse up to the barn, where he would water and feed each of the driving horses stabled there.
ââDenki, Obie,ââ called Annie.
Suddenly she spotted Rudy Esh and several other fellows standing near the woodshed. Ach, heâs here! She quickly looked away. Her hands grew clammy, and a sickening lump formed in the pit of her stomach.
I shouldâve stayed home!
If he happened to take Susie Yoder home in his buggy later, it would do her in but good. Sheâd never actually seen them sitting side-by-side in Rudyâs open carriage, and she didnât want to start now.
Rejecting the urge to wallow in self-pity, she found the courage to walk with her head high. Iâm not ashamed. Iâve done nothing wrong . But she knew for certain she had, for her fondness for art had come between her and Rudy. Her paintings and drawings were a result of doing what she believed the Lord God had somehow implanted in her heart. I paint the beauty I see around me. How can that be wrong? Yet it was, according to the rules of their Ordnung, which governed much of their lives.
When she got to the house, she discovered a whole group of girlsâmostly courting ageâgathered in the kitchen. Some were pouring cold apple cider into paper cups; others were arranging cups on large trays.
ââHullo, Annie!ââ Deacon Bylerâs wife, Kate, called to her. ââI heard tell your wailinâ peacocks kept your neighbor, David Lapp, up all hours last night.ââ
ââWell, I heard nothing once I fell asleep,ââ Annie replied.
This brought a wave of laughter.
ââMust be mating season, jah?ââ one of the older girls said, and they fell silent, followed by a few snickers. ââThem peacocks can yowl worse than an infuriated cat, I daresay.ââ
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S. Ravynheart, S.A. Archer
Stephen G. Michaud, Roy Hazelwood