Eventide: The Days of Redemption Series, Book Three

by Shelley Shepard Gray

  After counting to five, he sighed. “You’re right. I haven’t been listening like I should’ve. I’m sorry.”

  Immediately, Daniel’s scowl smoothed. “What is wrong? You’ve been acting like an angry bear all morning, and for some reason, I don’t think patching and plastering walls has made you so upset.”

  It wasn’t that at all. “It’s personal.”

  “So?” Daniel scoffed. “Since when don’t we talk to each other about things that are personal? You’re my brother.”

  Daniel was his older, wiser brother. And usually Landon would have unloaded his problems on him and asked his opinion. But right now he wasn’t so sure he wanted to hear his brother’s advice. Even more important, he didn’t want to risk creating a rift between them if he ignored what advice his brother provided.

  Attempting to brush aside his worries, he shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just something I have to work out on my own.”

  Putting down the crowbar he’d been holding, Daniel nodded. “Jah, you could probably work out this personal problem on your own. That is true. But . . . if you don’t mind me saying so? It ain’t going so well for you.”

  That statement was so true, Landon couldn’t help but grin. “You may have a point.”

  “I know I do. So? What’s going on? I can only imagine that it has to do with Elsie,” he said. “Only a woman can make a man feel like he’s tied up in knots.”

  “It actually does concern Elsie.” He should have known that his brother would be able to read his mind.

  “What’s wrong? I thought you had a nice time with her?”

  With reluctance, he answered. “I did. I mean, I thought I did.”

  “Why are you making it so complicated? If you had fun, you did.”

  “Something happened afterward.”

  “What happened? Did she decide she didn’t like you?” he joked.

  “Nee. It’s, uh, something else. Something important.”

  “You’re driving me crazy. What happened?”

  “Her brother told me something about her that she hadn’t shared with me.”

  “Well, what did he say?”

  Daniel’s exasperation mirrored Landon’s own frustration with himself. “Roman said Elsie’s vision is fading. Or becoming blurry or something.”

  “You’ve told me she wears glasses.”

  “Yes, but it’s more than that,” Landon said. “He said in a few years she’ll be completely blind.”

  All traces of levity left Daniel’s voice. “Landon, that’s terrible news.”

  “I agree.” Noticing how dejected his brother looked, Landon shook his head with a sad smile. “You’re wearing almost the same expression I imagine I was wearing when Roman first told me.”

  “Is he sure about this?”

  Landon nodded. Now that he was sharing his load, he could breathe easier. “Elsie has thick glasses, but Roman said they don’t help as much as most people think. I guess she’s been losing her vision slowly for years and has learned to make adjustments for it. He thinks she’ll be completely blind one day soon. I feel verra bad for her.”

  Daniel whistled low. “I sure am sorry, Landon.”

  “This is Elsie’s disease, not my problem.” But even as he said the words, he knew that wasn’t true. He was starting to really care about her. And even if nothing became of the two of them, he certainly didn’t want Elsie to face a future like the one Roman described.

  “Thank goodness Roman told you the truth about her. You know, before it was too late.”

  Though he’d just been thinking that very thing, a small twinge of uneasiness crept into him. “Before it was too late?”

  “Sure. I mean, before you did something stupid and really started to like her. Or worse, fell in love. Now you can start considering other women in town.”

  “She’s going blind, not becoming dangerous,” he snapped.

  Daniel looked at him strangely. “Why are you getting angry? I’m only supporting you. I mean, you wouldn’t want to marry a woman with so many problems, would you?”

  “Daniel, I did really like her.”

  “But you’re going to have to forget about her, though—right? I mean, you’re not going to see her anymore now, are you?”

  He hadn’t planned to see her again. In fact, the morning after Roman’s visit, when he’d woken up, he’d been determined to stay as far away from Elsie Keim as possible.

  But now, hearing his brother talk about her like this? When he hadn’t even met her? Well, it did something to his insides that he couldn’t deny.

  He felt like leaping to her defense.

  “I might see her again,” he said. “She really is a sweet woman. Pretty, too.” Then he added something that had been nagging him since he’d decided not to court her anymore. “To be honest, I would feel pretty horrible if I never saw her again because of something that’s not her fault.”

  Daniel looked incredulous. “Landon, you can’t be serious. All you’re going to do is hurt her feelings if you lead her on. That’s almost cruel.”

  “Who said anything about leading her on?”

  “Landon, think about it. You can’t court a woman who can’t help you, who can’t manage a house or raise your children. You have a job where you’re away from home for hours at a time, sometimes even days!”

  Everything Daniel said was true. But another part of him ached to put aside reason. Ached to be the person in Elsie’s life who didn’t define her by her blindness

  And the only way to figure out if he could be that person was to go see her again.

  “I’m going to stop by her house tomorrow and talk to her.”

  “You’re making a mistake. Leading her on when you don’t have any intention of becoming serious is terribly mean.”

  It would be mean. Heartless, even. But he was starting to suspect that, despite what his brain was trying to tell him, his heart had decided that he might already be serious about Elsie.

  “Maybe I am becoming serious.”

  “You hardly know her.”

  “What I do know of her, I really like.”

  After a long, judgmental look, Daniel picked up his crowbar. “We got a lot of work to do. We better get busy.”

  “Sure. Fine.” He probably shouldn’t have even brought up Elsie’s disability or his feelings about her. But talking about it out loud made him realize a few things.

  A few pretty important things about himself.

  Though the tension between him and Daniel had returned, Landon knew it would eventually blow over. They were brothers first.

  And even if things did stay tense for a few days, he was okay with that. In fact, for the first time in days, he felt at peace. Now, at least, Landon was making plans for a future that he could be proud of, not be ashamed of.

  And that was something he could live with.

  chapter thirteen

  When Elsie’s daed escorted her mamm inside, the household erupted in celebration—even Goldie. Elsie found herself chuckling as Goldie bounded toward her mother with a series of happy barks.

  Leaning down, her mother gently patted the dog between her ears before smiling at the family that surrounded her. Her blue eyes looked bright and her cheeks pink. To Elsie, she looked perfectly beautiful.

  “I’ve never seen such a commotion about something so little,” Mamm marveled.

  “You being in the hospital wasna something ‘little,’ Marie,” Lorene said. “All of us were worried about you.”

  “Mighty worried,” her husband, John, added.

  Still holding Daed’s elbow, Mamm’s expression softened. “Well, worry no longer. I’m home now.”

  “Thank goodness,” Viola said. “And Mamm, just so you know, you aren’t allowed to get sick again. We can’t take it.”

  “I’ll certainly do my best not to.” Mamm walked toward the kitchen table and oohed and ahhed over the amount of food set out. “What a feast!” Leaning forward a bit, her eyes brightened. “Is
that a coconut cream pie?”

  “It certainly is,” Beth said. “Amanda and I made it and whoopee pies this morning.”

  “It all looks wunderbaar. My goodness, you all have been busy.” She gestured to the spotless counters, the sparkling-clean windows, the polished furniture. “The haus looks beautiful.” With a mock frown, she added, “I didn’t know you all could clean so well.”

  “We had no choice,” Sam said. “Mamm might be a great-grandmother, but she hasn’t lost her touch for ordering us about.”

  Elsie chuckled as her grandmother attempted to look fierce but couldn’t quite manage it.

  “After a little bit of direction, you all did gut,” she said. “I’m proud of you.”

  “Does that mean we can finally eat something?” Aden asked after a moment. “I’m starving.”

  Like locusts, the crowd of people grabbed paper plates and swarmed the table. There was much joshing and teasing as Elsie’s uncles vied for position in line, as if they were small boys instead of grown men.

  With everyone occupied, Elsie walked to her mother’s side. “I am glad you’re back home, Mamm. We were worried about you.”

  Gently hugging her, her mother said, “I’m glad to be home, too, my sweet Elsie. After all the hustle and bustle ends, you and me are going to have to catch up.”

  There was only one thing that her mother could be referring to, and that was Landon. “Of course,” Elsie said awkwardly.

  “Maybe we could speak later on this afternoon?”

  Thankfully, her father interrupted before Elsie could reply. “Marie, let’s feed you before everyone eats all the food.” Her mother looked chagrined, but let herself be guided back to the table.

  Not hungry, Elsie moved to the kitchen. It was so nice to have her mamm home, and somehow it finally made it feel right to have all the family cluttering up the house. But as she gazed out the kitchen window, a sadness claimed her chest. While she hoped that her new friendship with Landon meant that the dreams of her heart might be coming true, she couldn’t deny that her life might be far different from her mother’s, her grandmother’s, or even Viola’s. If she never married or had children, she’d never have moments like this.

  She’d never have a husband to fuss over her after an illness or on a special day.

  She might never have a noisy house full of children and grandchildren eager—or not so eager—to do her bidding.

  She might be doomed to staying in the background. As the blind daughter. The needy aunt. The frail great-aunt who required extra help.

  Nothing sounded worse.

  Unable to help herself, she stewed on that bleak future while she brewed tea and coffee. When the family moved to the hearth room, surrounding her mother, Elsie still wasn’t ready to be a part of the crowd. Instead, she occupied herself with clearing the table, throwing out paper plates, and washing a few of the dishes.

  Eventually, Beth, Viola, and Amanda joined her. She chatted with them a bit as they continued to wash and dry dishes. But though she enjoyed the girls’ conversation, she kept finding herself listening for her mother’s laugh. Then, she would know her mother was truly back.

  Elsie smiled as she listened to her mother’s melodic voice, followed by a low chuckle. It felt as familiar as an old, comfortable robe and as precious as the quilt her grandmother had made her when she was a little girl.

  Some things were like that. Perfect just the way they were.

  Then, all too soon, Elsie heard her father firmly announce that the party was over and it was time for her mamm to get some rest.

  As if she sensed Elsie’s feelings, Viola walked to her side and linked her hand through her arm. “It feels gut to have Mamm home, ain’t so?”

  “Jah.”

  Stepping a little closer, Viola lowered her voice. “Elsie . . . are you all right? You look a little blue.”

  “I’m fine. There’s simply a lot going on, you know?”

  “I know,” Viola said. Her words were agreeable, but everything about her body language said that she wasn’t buying Elsie’s weak excuse. Tilting her head to one side, she stared at Elsie intently. “Is that all that’s wrong?” she prodded. “We can talk later, if you want.”

  “I don’t need to talk about anything. I’m fine.”

  “All right, if you’re sure?”

  “I’m positive.” No way was she going to share her depressing thoughts with her sister. Viola had so much to be happy about that Elsie feared she’d only make her twin feel guilty about how she was blessed with good eyesight and a future that looked bright. Viola was preparing to make her own way in the world as a missionary’s wife in Belize. Her future couldn’t be more different from Elsie’s.

  chapter fourteen

  Less than an hour later, Aden, Rachel, Beth, and her children had left, anxious to get back home to Indiana. On their heels, Aunt Lorene and her husband, John, had also gone home, along with Sam, his wife, and their three children.

  Amanda had taken Regina to her room for a nap, Roman was out in the barn with their daed to feed and groom the horses, and Viola had gone upstairs, a new letter from her Edward in her hands that the mailman had just delivered.

  Things felt almost . . . normal.

  When Marie woke from her nap and insisted that she didn’t want to sit alone for another minute, Elsie and her grandparents pulled three chairs into the bedroom.

  Marie had slipped on a fluffy blue robe and looked almost like her old self propped up on a pile of down pillows.

  “Tell me about everything, you three,” she said. “I couldn’t keep up with all the talking and chattering when the whole family was here.”

  “What do you want to know?” Elsie asked. “Daed said that he filled you in on the latest news when you were at the hospital.”

  “Oh, he did. But you know how your father is. Why give me a paragraph when he could shorten a story into two sentences?”

  Elsie chuckled. That was true. Her father never had been much of a storyteller. “That sounds like you, Dawdi.”

  Her grandfather’s cheeks brightened. “Perhaps that’s where Peter got it from?”

  As Elsie had hoped, her grandmother took over the announcements, and steadily filled her mother in with all the latest news. Little by little, she found herself relaxing as her grandmother shared stories about Regina and the other great-grandchildren.

  They talked a little about the idea of a wedding party for Roman and Amanda, but Elsie noticed Lovina didn’t sound too enthusiastic about it.

  “Mommi, I would have thought you would have enjoyed planning a party for Roman and Amanda,” Elsie said.

  For the first time, her grandparents looked uncomfortable.

  Before her mother could speak, Elsie blurted. “What’s wrong?”

  “Well,” Lovina answered. “There is something we need to tell you all.”

  “What is it?” her mother asked.

  Dawdi cleared his throat. “Lovina and I wanted to wait to tell you until you’d had a chance to settle in.”

  “It sounds serious,” Marie said.

  After yet another slow, meaningful glance at her grandmother, Dawdi sighed, resolved that the time to share his news had come. “Lovina and I are heading to Pennsylvania tomorrow morning.”

  Her mother looked as startled as Elsie felt.

  “I’m mighty surprised,” Marie said. “How long have you been planning this?”

  “Only a few days. We wanted to wait until you were better, but we’re anxious to get back there.”

  Elsie frowned. “I thought you both had finally come to peace with your past?”

  Looking uncomfortable, her grandmother faltered with her reply. “Dawdi and I decided it is high time that the two of us face some things that happened long ago. It’s past time, if you want to know the truth,” she added in a rush. “And we need to see Sara, too.”

  Her grandfather nodded. “We need to pay her a visit.” Clearing this throat, he added, “We should have visited her lon
g ago.”

  Her mother gazed at them for a long moment, then shrugged. “All right. I wish you safe travels.”

  Elsie gaped at her mother. That was it? Safe travels? That was all the questioning she had? She couldn’t see well, but even she could tell that both of her grandparents looked like they were hiding yet more information.

  Well, she, for one, was not satisfied with these vague answers. “Dawdi, how long are you going to be gone?”

  “I’m not sure. At least a couple of days.” He scratched his head. “Maybe even a week? Ten days? As long as we need to, I suppose. I’m sure the Lord will let us know when the time is right to stay . . . and to go.”

  “It feels so sudden.”

  “Well, we didn’t tell anyone of our plans because we didn’t want to leave when you were in the hospital,” Dawdi said. “Once we heard you’d recovered, we didn’t want to wait any longer.”

  Her grandmother frowned. “To be honest, now doesn’t seem like the best time, either. You’re not on your feet yet, Marie.” Then she looked at Elsie’s grandfather. “However, I fear we have no choice. We’ve paid for the tickets. Plus, if we don’t go now . . .”

  “We might postpone it yet again,” Dawdi finished. “It is time to head north. I’m sorry, Marie.”

  “There’s nothing to be apologizing for,” her mother said. “Believe me, I understand. And yes, it is time.”

  “Mommi, who is going with you and Dawdi?”

  “Why, no one,” her grandmother said.

  “But don’t you need help?”

  “Not at all. We aren’t so old that we can’t travel without assistance, Elsie.”

  “I didn’t mean that. But don’t you want some support? Maybe you will need someone with you to lean on.”

  Her grandfather looked at her pointedly. “Are you offering, Elsie?”

  “Yes, if you would like me to come with you.”

  “Oh, Elsie. You would go, wouldn’t you?” her grandmother murmured. “It’s kind of you to offer, but you can’t come, dear. Aaron and I have to do this on our own. We must.”