It felt good to hear Elsie referred to as his. Lately he’d begun to think of her that way, too. She’d become his in his heart before his mind had even made peace with the change. “I guess I was foolish to worry about this dinner,” he said softly. “I just didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable.”
“She’s pretty, Landon. You never mentioned that. All you ever talked about were her vision problems.”
That caught him off guard. Was that really how he’d been thinking of Elsie? By her disability first? “I’m sure I told you she was attractive.”
As they started forward, Daniel gestured to the front steps. “She seems to get around okay even though she can’t really see.”
“She’s not completely blind.”
“Oh, I know you said that. But I have to be honest with ya, I was half expectin’ to see a woman with a cane, stumbling around.”
Landon paused. Had that been how he’d described her? As someone who was helpless?
Feeling his cheeks heat, he rushed to her defense. “Elsie doesn’t stumble.”
“Settle down. I was only sharing my opinion.”
“Let’s go inside. I bet the women are wondering where we are.”
“I doubt that. They seem as happy together as two old friends,” Daniel said, but he led the way inside anyway.
Right away, Landon walked to the kitchen to check on Elsie. When he saw Edith handing her dishes to place on the table, he rushed to her side. “Do you need help carrying those plates?” he murmured quietly enough so that only she could hear.
Elsie shook her head. “I’m fine. As long as Edith doesn’t hand me any sharp knives, I shouldn’t be a danger to anyone,” she joked.
He appreciated that she could make jokes about her vision problem, but he didn’t want her to feel too embarrassed to ask for help if she needed it. “You’re the guest, Elsie. Why don’t you have a seat? I can help Edith take things out to the table.”
“Landon, I don’t want to sit.”
“Elsie’s already told me about her eyesight, and about what she feels comfortable doing,” Edith informed him with a small smile. “I’ll help her if she needs it. But I feel like I should point out that she’s already carried over the glasses and napkins to the table.”
“Truly?”
Elsie grinned. “Truly. Bo here helped me.”
Looking down, the little boy nodded. “I walked with Elsie. I’m her helper.”
Daniel must have noticed his hovering and Edith’s exasperation. “Come over here, Landon, and help me with Benjamin. He needs a clean shirt.”
Once they were in the boys’ room, Daniel playfully slapped him on the back. “You sure are smitten! I’ve never seen a man be so attentive. You certainly were never like that with Tricia.”
“Tricia was different. Elsie sometimes needs an extra hand. I just don’t want her to—”
“I know, Landon,” Daniel interrupted while Ben squirmed as he pulled off the stained shirt and slipped another one on. Lowering his voice, he said, “So when will she have her operation?”
“I haven’t asked her that yet.”
“No? Well, I hope she mentions it tonight because Edith already told me that she’s hoping she can help with the meals at her house.”
“I’m sure they will appreciate that when the time comes.”
He was about to add more, to talk about how worried he was about the operation, how he intended to go back to the library soon to read about corneal transplants, when Edith called them to the table.
“We’ll talk about this later,” Daniel said as they walked to the dining room.
As Elsie sat down next to Landon, it took almost everything she had to keep from grinning broadly. Finally, she was doing the living she’d wanted to do for so long. No one had kept her home or had warned her to be extra careful.
No one had cautioned her about Landon or reminded her that she shouldn’t really be entering into a relationship. Instead, the rest of the family had merely said goodbye when Landon had come to the door to get her.
At long last, she was living the way she’d always dreamed of living—simply as another woman in the world.
She didn’t want to do anything special or be anyone special; she just wanted to be herself and be accepted for that.
After they were all seated, Ben and Bo in booster seats on the chairs on either side of Edith, they all bowed their heads in silent prayer. Elsie was so thankful, she found herself silently praising Jesus for her many blessings, Landon and his acceptance of her foremost in her thoughts.
Then, it was time to dive into the feast that Edith had prepared.
“Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and two vegetable casseroles,” she exclaimed. “It looks wunderbaar!”
“Indeed,” Landon said with a grin. “My brother is a lucky man to have married such a good cook.”
Edith laughed off the praise. “Landon only thinks it’s so good because he’s a bachelor. Men don’t learn to cook much besides sandwiches and cans of soup.”
“That’s true,” Landon said. “Growing up, Daniel and I didn’t learn how to do much more than work the can opener. Only now am I learning how to make eggs.”
Elsie smiled at that but said nothing.
“Maybe your bachelor days won’t last forever,” Daniel hinted not so subtly.
“Daniel, stop,” Edith said. “You’re going to embarrass our guest.”
“Sorry,” Daniel said.
Luckily, the boys started demanding more attention, and so the rest of the meal was centered on their needs instead of her and Landon’s relationship.
After dinner, Elsie and Edith cleaned up the kitchen while the men helped the boys wash up and put on pajamas for bed.
Then, all too soon, it was time for them to leave. Elsie was disappointed that their evening had flown by so fast, but was secretly reminded that now she and Landon would have the chance to spend a few precious moments together alone.
After they said their goodbyes, Landon was once again at her side, helping her back into the buggy.
“Tonight was fun,” he said. “Daniel and Edith liked you a lot. I could tell.”
“I liked them, too. Edith and I might see each other soon. I told her I’d like to come over and help her with the boys one afternoon.”
“She would love that. Edith is mighty capable, but still . . .”
“Twin three-year-olds are twin three-year-olds! Believe me, my parents could tell you stories about the mischief Viola and I caused when we were children.”
“You were mischievous? I can’t imagine.”
“Though it’s hard to believe, I wasn’t always perfect,” she joked.
They were now alone on the road. Happy from the good conversation, relieved that the visit had gone well, hopeful about her future, Elsie felt herself relax. Little by little, she scooted closer to him, letting her muscles ease and lean against him.
Landon wrapped one arm around her as his left loosely held on to his horse’s reins. “This is nice,” he murmured.
“Jah.” She loved the feel of his hand on her shoulder, the way she could feel the warmth from his body, the way he smelled so clean and masculine.
Most of all, she loved feeling like she was finally experiencing something that she’d feared she’d only dream about. At last, she had a boyfriend. She felt so blessed, too, because it seemed that he was accepting her as she was, with her disability and all. That was truly a gift.
As she looked out the buggy’s front window, she noticed that the only thing they could see were what was illuminated by the light at the front of the buggy. Otherwise, it was completely dark.
And the darkness wasn’t scary because she had someone to travel the road with.
It was as if God had just given her a sign that her dark future was going to be all right. All she’d had
to do was stop fearing it.
Landon slowed Mike. “It sure is dark out,” he murmured.
“I was just thinking that.”
“Are you worried about traveling in the dark?”
“Nee.”
“Gut.”
Then, to her amazement, she felt him brush his lips on her temple. She felt that whisper-quick brush all the way to her toes . . . and started wondering if he was going to kiss her good night.
Wouldn’t it be something to finally have her first kiss? Though Viola never talked about such things, Elsie knew her sister had kissed other boys a time or two—even before she met Edward.
All her life Elsie had ached to know what it would feel like, to be held in a man’s arms, but of course she never asked anyone. Viola would feel sorry for her. Or it would be too awkward.
Worse, Elsie had figured such a conversation would make her sad, because it would be so terribly obvious that she wasn’t going to be kissed anytime soon.
But now, this night, there was a mighty good chance that her prospects were about to change.
Too soon, he removed his arm from around hers in order to guide Mike onto her driveway.
Already, she felt chilled. “We’re home already?”
“Jah.” He cleared his throat. “We got back fast.”
“We did,” she agreed, then winced inwardly. She sounded inane.
When he set the parking brake, he turned to her. Took her hand. “Elsie, I’m glad we did this. The more time we spend together, the more I’m anxious to see you again. I hope my eagerness doesn’t scare you.”
“I’m not scared.” She wasn’t scared about anything anymore. Not her future. Not about the darkness. Not about him leaning just a little bit closer and pressing his lips against hers . . .
He straightened. Leaned closer. “Gut,” he murmured. “I’m glad.”
She sat as still as a statue, half forgetting to breathe. Waiting for him to lean closer still . . .
But all he did was hop out of the buggy and walk around to help her down.
Ah. It was now obvious that tonight wasn’t going to be their first kiss.
“Let me help you down,” he said as he reached for her hand.
She leaned forward, rested a hand on one of his strong shoulders. Then was taken completely by surprise when her chin bumped his. “Sorry!” he whispered around a chuckle. Just before he brushed his lips against hers. And then kissed her again.
Then, just as if she’d imagined it, their kiss was over. He lifted her down. Stepped away.
“Gut nacht, Elsie,” he said formally.
“Good night,” she replied. Just as formally.
Then she turned around and started for the door. She took care to walk carefully, to grip the handrail as she went up the two steps to the front porch. But inside? Oh, but she was far from feeling staid or stiff.
Inside, she felt as if she were floating on air.
And since no one was standing in front of her to see, she was also wearing the biggest smile ever. She had a tremendous secret that was hers alone.
Well, hers and Landon’s.
The very best kind.
chapter twenty-six
“Are you sure you don’t want to knock on anyone’s door?” Aaron asked as they took a turn around the park where Lovina played as a child. “Now’s your chance.”
“To be honest, I had thought I would want to talk to Jack’s parents, but now I realize that isn’t something I want to do.”
“And why is that?”
“All this time, I’ve been thinking that Jack had meant more to me than he did. But once you and I started talking, I realized that he was but a moment in a very long life that I’ve been blessed to enjoy. Only that!”
Aaron looked skeptical, and she didn’t blame him for it. But what she’d begun to realize over the last few weeks was that she had no regrets about becoming Amish. She’d had a nice life with Aaron. Together, they’d built a strong and solid legacy that their children and grandchildren would enjoy.
None of that would have been possible if she hadn’t been forced to grow up and reexamine herself that summer after high school. If she’d still been clinging to childish dreams, she never would have looked twice at Aaron.
She certainly wouldn’t have fallen in love with him and been willing to give up everything for a life with him.
“Aaron, I think I kept all those mementos in the attic because I didn’t want to completely forget my childhood. I had a nice one, you know.”
“I do know.” Smiling at her old house, he said, “You had a childhood filled with camping trips and neighborhood barbecues. With slumber parties and dances and Ed Sullivan on TV.”
She looked at him in surprise, touched by the soft tone she heard in his voice. “I haven’t talked about any of that in ages!” Probably not since they’d married and she’d tried so hard to be Amish.
“But I still remember, Lovina.”
With a burst of awareness, she realized that she still remembered, too. “I’ve never regretted becoming Amish,” she said. “I had a happy childhood, filled with love and many friendships. But I’ve never regretted my choice to become Amish.”
His gaze continued to search hers. Looking for signs that she was concealing her true feelings.
But she wasn’t.
“Lovina, you told me that before,” he said, “but I don’t think I ever really believed you.”
She wasn’t shocked by his revelation. “I don’t know if I ever really believed it myself,” she joked. “Now, being back, it makes me smile, remembering the girl I used to be . . . but not nostalgic.”
As they continued to walk along the neatly manicured walkways, Lovina smiled at a few curious children who couldn’t seem to help but stare at her kapp and at Aaron’s beard. She pointed out several lovely roses and a thicket of bright yellow daffodils and lilies. “I do love spring, Aaron.”
“I know you do.” He cleared his throat. “I bet your garden at home is starting to bloom.”
Imagining the pretty garden that they’d both designed and nurtured over the years, she nodded. “I think it must be. When do you want to head back?”
“Is tomorrow too soon? I want to see Sara and her family one more time, but then I’ll be ready to go home. I’m anxious to sleep in our bed.”
That was how things were, wasn’t it? All of the things that used to seem so familiar now felt vaguely uncomfortable. Like they’d put on someone else’s clothes that were the same size and the fit was right, but they didn’t feel as comfortable as the clothes hanging in their closet.
“That suits me fine.” She smiled at him then, and was surprised to see him gazing at her with an expression filled with affection. “I love you, Aaron,” she whispered.
“I love you, too, Lolly,” he murmured right back, giving her a little tremor of delight up her spine.
Here she was, in her sixties, and her man could still make a shiver run down her spine!
She was embarrassed and delighted, all at the same time. God was so good. God was so very, very good indeed.
Landon couldn’t quite get over how much he enjoyed sitting in the Keim kitchen. At the moment, Elsie was holding Regina on her lap and sharing a few chocolate chip cookies. Across the kitchen, Regina’s mother, Amanda, was making taco soup, and Viola and her mother were putting together a layered salad. Goldie was sitting near Viola, looking hopeful for scraps.
Next to him, Roman was studying house plans. He and Amanda had decided to build their own cottage on the other side of the barn. It was to be a small house . . . a cozy place for the newlyweds to spend a few years before moving into the main house.
Landon was interested in the house plans, but he couldn’t help but let his gaze stray to Elsie’s every few minutes. She looked so content and peaceful, sitting with a little girl on
her lap. He could only imagine how she would look when she held a child of their own.
Roman must have thought the same thing, because he said, “Elsie, when are you going back to the eye doctor?”
“I don’t know. In a few months, I suppose.”
Before he thought better of it, Landon blurted, “How come he doesn’t want to see you any sooner?”
Gently, she helped Regina hop off her lap. When Regina went into the other room, Goldie at her heels, her voice turned sharp. “Landon, why would you ask that?”
Landon was stunned. “Well, I mean . . .” he sputtered.
Little by little, all the action in the kitchen came to a standstill. Anyone could see that they were all on pins and needles, waiting for Elsie to tell them what was going to happen next.
But she was obviously waiting for him to complete his thought. Feeling vaguely apprehensive, he finally continued. “Well, you’ve got to set up your next appointments, right?”
“For what?” Elsie’s eyes narrowed. She looked more than a little confused. And, perhaps, defensive?
He felt that way, too. “Don’t you need to get ready for your transplant surgery?” he blurted before he reminded himself to merely listen like his mother had.
Obviously as at sea as he was, Roman chimed in. “You didn’t forget that I talked to the bishop about it and he gave his blessing, did you, Elsie?”
“Of course I didn’t forget what the bishop said.”
But Landon also noticed that she didn’t seem as if she cared about the blessing, either.
“Elsie?” her mother asked, turning slowly toward her. “You made your decision?”
“Jah.”
“I see,” her mother said, then turned back to the stove.
Feeling confused, Landon glanced at Viola and Roman. They were obviously as uninformed as he was because they were staring at him with the same expression.
“I don’t see,” he finally said.
“I, uh, decided not to have the corneal transplant surgery after all.”
Viola spun toward her sister, her expression incredulous. “Why?” she asked.
As Elsie took her time answering them, Landon felt his heart beating faster than normal. He was disappointed and confused. He even felt a little angry. He wanted her to be able to see.
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