She had to. No longer could she spend her days at home, worrying about her parents, mourning her brother, and wishing she could redo the past.
Yes, getting a job would be such a blessing in many ways. She could earn some money, have more independence, and finally have more in common with her girlfriends. Lydia Plank worked at her parents’ greenhouse, Beth babysat and had a day care service for Englischers. And Frannie Eicher? Frannie owned her own bed and breakfast!
Yes, her friends seemed to know exactly what they were doing in their lives. And each of them had experienced a bit of romance lately as well.
Lydia and Walker Anderson had begun courting. Frannie and Luke Reynolds, the city detective investigating Perry’s death were now seeing each other, too. And while Beth didn’t have a sweetheart, she’d confided to Deborah that she’d developed a little crush on one of the men who’d stayed at the inn while Frannie was in the hospital a few weeks ago.
All of her friends had felt that first tingling sense of interest from a man. She, on the other hand, had only gotten a good taste of disdain.
Pushing her doubts away, Deborah walked quickly through the woods and popped out near Stanton Park. It was a busy place today. Several mothers and their children were out, enjoying the sunny warm morning. When one waved to her, Deborah waved back, then continued on to the first place she had in mind-an antique dealer.
Walking inside the garage-and the home of Esther’s Antiques-she greeted the owner. “I’m looking for a job, Esther. Do you need some help?”
The older lady, dressed as usual in a thick black dress and apron, shook her head. “I’m sorry, Deborah, but I don’t.”
As usual, the store was over-crowded, smelling musty and damp. She ran a finger along an old oak dresser. “Are you sure? I could dust and clean for you.”
Esther frowned at the dirt on Deborah’s fingertip, but still shook her head. “Everything could use a good cleanin’ that is true. But I can’t afford the help. Business has been slow. I am sorry.”
Her heart sinking, Deborah nodded. “That’s okay.” After saying her goodbyes, she moved onto another shop-this one a woodworking store about a half mile away.
But the owner didn’t need help, either. And neither did the folks at the Amish bakery, or at three of the nurseries in town.
By noon, she felt her spirits sink as her only other option for employment loomed up the hill and in the distance just like a circling hawk or some other bird of prey: The Schrock Variety Store.
What was she going to do?
Unbidden, the earnest words written on the sampler surfaced.. Don’t look back, look forward.
But did she dare?
Of all the times to take Amish wisdom to heart!
As she continued to walk, it seemed as if her feet were functioning on their own. No matter how much her mind and heart tried to beckon her body in a different direction, her feet just kept walking down the sidewalk.
Right to the Schrock’s door.
She didn’t want to go in. And she really didn’t want to see Jacob Schrock again.
“Deborah? You’re ruining my traffic flow, child,” Mr. Schrock’s loud voice rumbled through the thin door. “Walk in or move to the side.”
She opened the door and stepped inside.
Mr. Schrock had on reading glasses and his face was screwed up as he stared at an invoice sheet. “Do you need help? If so, be quick about it, I’ve got too much to do today for lollygaggers.”
His terse tone made her shoulders tighten. She swallowed hard, gathered up all her courage, and said, “I, uh, came to see if you needed some help.”
His head popped up as his eyes narrowed over the tops of his wire frames. “With what?”
“In the store,” she said, stating the obvious. Self-consciously, she pulled her shoulders back and lifted her chin. The last thing she wanted him to see was that she was a nervous wreck. “I am looking for a job.”
“Are you, now?” Slowly, he folded up the invoice he’d been studying and gave her his full attention. She felt his gaze look her over...just like she, too, was full of numbers that didn’t quite match up.
She squirmed under his gaze. This had been a mistake. “Do you need any help?” she asked quickly. Ready to get the embarrassment over with. “If not, it’s all right.”
“Why is it all right? Do you need a job or don’t you?”
Oh, why had she come here? Why would they hire her after what Perry’d done? Almost everyone in Crittenden County looked at her differently now. She was sure they felt differently about her, too.
“I do,” she finally answered.
She stood still while he walked around the counter and inspected her again. “Hmph,” he said.
She stepped backwards. What was she thinking, coming into the store, asking for a job in such a weak way. If only she could just disappear ...
“How do you feel about kittens?” he asked.
Stunned, she mumbled, “Kittens?”
He nodded. “Jah.” With a bit of amusement in his eyes, he added, “You know...baby cats?”
She felt her cheeks flush at his gentle teasing. “I like them fine.” Why on earth was he talking about kittens?
“Do cats or kittens make you sneeze? You wouldn’t believe how many folks seem to be allergic to the little monsters.”
Monsters? “Nee. I am not allergic to cats, Mr. Schrock.”
He smiled. “Then you have got yourself a job. I haven’t had a female helper here in ages. You might be a nice change of pace. Especially if you’re real fond of cats.”
Deborah almost pointed out that she’d never said she was fond of cats. She’d only admitted that they didn’t make her sneeze. But she held her tongue.
“You can add numbers and such, yes?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
Mr. Schrock thrust out the invoice sheet he’d been studying when she’d come inside. “Wunderbaar! Here’s your first job, Deborah Borntrager. Match the invoice numbers to the items I just unpacked in this box. Check them off one by one. Understand?”
It sounded simple enough. “I understand.”
“Gut. Now, I’m going to find you more things to do.” And with that, he wandered down the center aisle, opened the door that led into the storage area and office, and closed it behind him.
Leaving her essentially in charge of the front of the shop.
Well, this wasn’t how she’d thought she’d spend her first day at work, she mused. But she supposed it made sense. Mr. Schrock had never been a man to do things in a predictable way.
Thinking it was time to do what he asked, she shrugged out of her cape and hung it on a peg near the front door of the shop.
As she headed back to the counter, she took a good look around, noticing everything seemed as it always did-packed with neatly organized merchandise on one side and filled to the brim with freshly baked goods on the other. In the back was a small dairy case filled with milk and cheese.
Picking up a pencil, she leaned on the counter, figured out what she was supposed to be counting, then picked up some boxes of muffin mixes and started looking for the item numbers. After locating the first set of numbers, she relaxed a bit.
This was certainly an easy enough task. And it did, indeed, feel mighty good to be out of the house. To be doing something productive instead of worrying about her mother.
Yes, coming to Schrock’s Variety certainly had been the right decision. She checked off the numbers and scanned the invoice for the next set of numbers to locate.
“Out of all the places in Crittenden County, you decided to get a job here? Really?”
She turned to the voice and pretended the words didn’t make her heart break. Jacob stood in the doorway to the back storage room. Deborah turned back to her task. “I didn’t think my being here would upset you, Jacob.” But of course that was a lie. She’d known he wouldn’t want her in the store. After all, he hated her. Hated her whole family.
As a moment passed, Jacob
’s eyes narrowed. Then, his expression turned blank. “You being here doesn’t upset me. I’ve learned to never think about you at all.”
“If that were true, why are you so angry?”
“I’m not angry. I just don’t care to see you.”
“Jacob!” his father said sternly as he walked in from the back of the store to join them. “You apologize now.”
“I will not. I’m done pretending to be okay with things that aren’t.” Folding his arms across his chest, Jacob looked down at her from his almost six-foot height. “Deborah shouldn’t be here-and you shouldn’t have hired her, Daed. You owed me that at the very least.”
“This ain’t your concern, Jacob.”
Surprise-and true hurt filled Jacob’s gaze before he turned on his heel and stormed out.
Watching the interplay and feeling frozen by the strength of Jacob’s anger, Deborah desperately tried to regain her composure. “Mr. Schrock, do you want me to leave?”
“Of course not, child,” he said. But his expression was wary and his shoulders were half-slumped, revealing just how much his son’s anger had taken a toll on him. “Look, you go back to those invoices now. And try not to worry. Jacob will come around. He’s just...ah, having a bad day.”
There was a whole lot more going on than a bad day, but Deborah wanted the job. She needed it as much as Perry had needed his independence...and his drugs.
So because of that, she smiled wanly as Mr. Schrock walked back to the storage room.
When she was alone, Deborah looked at the door that Jacob had stormed through and felt a fresh wave of sadness. So much had changed over the last year.
Once, Jacob had been one of her brother’s best friends. Once they’d all been friends. Once, she’d had a childish crush on Jacob.
Now none of that was true.
About the Author
SHELLEY SHEPARD GRAY is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Families of Honor, Seasons of Sugarcreek, and Sisters of the Heart series. She lives with her family in southern Ohio, where she writes full-time.
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