sadness, daughter. Is there anything I can do?â
Rachel caught a sharp breath, clearly surprised. âOhâno, Mamma! Iâm notâ¦sad. I was just thinking.â
Susan searched her daughterâs dark eyes. âThinking about Captain Gant, were you?â
A faint blush stained Rachelâs face. âNo, Iââ
She stopped, quickly glancing away. Rachel never could lie.
Susan patted her hand. âItâs all right, Rachel. I know this has been a very hard thing for you.â She paused. âIt will take time, daughter, but eventually the pain will erase. You will heal.â
Still not looking at her, Rachel said, âIâm sorry, Mamma. I didnât realize my feelings showed so much.â
Susan cupped her daughterâs chin and gently turned her around to face her. âYour feelings donât show to everyone, Rachel. But is there really a need for you and I to pretend?â
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut a moment. When she opened them, the tears that glistened there tore at Susanâs heart.
âIt hurts so much, Mamma,â she said, her voice choked. âI love Jeremiah. Really, I do.â
âI know you do.â Susan hated this helplessness, this awful frustration of not being able to console her own daughter. âIâm so sorry, mei liewi Rachel. I wish it could have worked out differently for you and the captain.â
Even as she watched, Rachelâs expression seemed to clear. She straightened and reached out to touch her motherâs cheek lightly.âI donât want to take away from your happiness, Mamma. Iâll be all right. Really, I will.â
âYouâre taking nothing away from me,â Susan said, forcing a note of firmness into her tone.
Now Rachel smiled, this time a more natural smile. âI hope you know how happy I am for you, Mamma. Truly, I am. You and Dr. Sebastian are so right for each other. And we need to be making plans for your wedding soon. November isnât all that far away, you know.â
At the thought of just how close her wedding day actually was, Susan felt jittery inside. âThereâs plenty of time,â she said, unwilling to let her nervousness show. âAfter all, David still has to say his vows and join church.â
âAre you working on your wedding dress?â
Suddenly Susan felt like a girl again. She nodded. âIâve started it. Oh, Rachel, Iâm going to need your help so much to get everything ready, but I donât want to make things any harder for you.â
Rachel took her by both shoulders. âPlease donât you think that way, Mamma! Not for a minute. Your happiness doesnât hurt meâit helps me! I love seeing you so happy, and to think itâs all because of a man the entire community loves and respects. Dr. Sebastian is a wonderful person. You be happy, Mamma. You deserve it!â
Susan put a finger to her lips. âNo, Rachel. No one deserves the blessings we receive from Godâs hand. Who can say why He chooses to grant us any happiness at all, sinners that we are?â
Rachelâs scrutiny somehow made her uncomfortable. âDo you really believe that, Mamma?â
âWhy, of course I believe it!â Susan stopped. âDonât you?â
Rachel dropped her hands away, but her gaze still searched Susanâs face. âWhat about His grace, Mamma? What if the Lord God blesses us simply because He wants to? Not because we deserve it or because weâve earned it but just because He loves us.â
âWeâre not worthy of such love, daughter,â Susan said sternly.
Rachel sat motionless. She didnât look at her mother, but sat staring at the kitchen window as if looking for an answer there.
âYou and Eli,â Susan went on, âyou let Phoebe and Malachiâs beliefs about such things influence you.â
Rachel met her gaze directly. âItâs not just Phoebe and