An Amish Wife For Christmas. Patricia Davids
to spend time thinking about finding a man.”
“That’s not much of an answer.”
“It’s the only answer you are going to get. You’ll have the chance to see Mr. Shetler for yourself at the church service next Sunday.”
“All right. I won’t tease you.”
Gemma walked over and put on her coat. “Ivan is a good boy at heart. You know that.”
Bethany nodded. “I do. Something is wrong, but I don’t know what.”
“You’ll figure it out. You always do. I’m leaving you with a bit of a mess but all you have to do is put the bread in the oven when it’s done rising.”
“Danki, Gemma. I’m blessed to have you as a friend.”
“You would do the same for me. Mamm is planning a big Thanksgiving dinner next Thursday. You and the children are invited of course.”
“Tell your mother we’d love to come.”
“Invite Michael when you see him again.”
“I doubt I’ll see him before Sunday next and by then it will be too late.”
“My daed mentioned the other day he needs a bigger garden shed. Maybe I’ll go with him to look at the ones the bishop makes. You aren’t going to claim you saw Michael first if I decide I like him, are you?”
Bethany shook her head as she smiled at her friend. “He’s all yours.”
* * *
Bethany was waiting at the kitchen table when both children came home. Ivan sniffed the air appreciatively. “Smells good. Can I have a piece of bread with peanut butter? I’m starved.”
Bethany clutched her hands together and laid them on the table. “After I have finished speaking to you.”
“Told you,” Jenny said as she took off her coat and boots.
“Talk about what?” Ivan tried to look innocent. Bethany knew him too well. She wasn’t fooled.
“Why don’t you start by telling me what you did wrong and why.” Bethany was pleased that she sounded calm and in control.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He couldn’t meet her gaze.
“You do so,” Jenny muttered.
“Stay out of this,” Ivan snapped.
“I went to school today. I’m not in trouble,” Jenny shot back.
“I’m waiting for an explanation, Ivan.” Bethany hoped he would own up to his behavior.
“Okay, I skipped school today. It’s no big deal. I can make up the work.” His defiant tone made her bristle.
“You will make up the work for today, and Thursday and Wednesday and Tuesday. You will also write a letter of apology to your teacher for your deliberate deception. Is there something else you want to tell me?”
He stared at his shoes. “Like what?”
Bethany shook her head. “Ivan, how could you? Skipping school is bad enough. Forging a letter to your teacher is worse yet, but stealing from our neighbors is terrible. I can’t believe you would do such a thing. What has gotten into you?”
“Nothing.”
“That is not an answer. Why did you steal beans and potatoes from Jedidiah?”
Ivan shrugged. “He has plenty. The Amish are supposed to share what they have with the less fortunate.”
“What makes you less fortunate?”
When he didn’t answer Bethany drew a deep breath. “Your behavior has shamed us. Worse than that, your actions have been reported to the bishop.”
“So? What does the bishop have to do with this?”
“The bishop is responsible for this community,” Bethany said. “Because you have behaved in ways contrary to our teachings, the bishop has decided you need more discipline and guidance than I can give you.”
“What does that mean?”
“When Onkel Harvey and his family come to visit for Christmas, you will return to Bird-in-Hand with them.”
“What? I don’t want to live with Onkel Harvey.”
“You should’ve thought about the consequences before getting into so much trouble.”
Jenny, who had been standing quietly beside Ivan, suddenly spoke up. “You’re sending him away? Sister, you promised we would all stay together.” She looked ready to cry. “You promised.”
“This is out of my hands. The bishop and your uncle have decided what Ivan needs. They feel I have insufficient control over you, Ivan. I’m afraid they are right. Bishop Schultz believes you need the firm guidance of a man. If your grandfather was still alive or if I was married, things would be different.”
“That’s stupid,” Ivan said, glaring at Bethany. “I didn’t do anything bad enough to be sent away. It isn’t fair.”
“None of us wants this. You have time before Christmas to change your behavior and convince them to let you stay. You will return the items you’ve taken from Jedidiah. He knows that you sold one of the bags of potatoes you took. You must give the money you received for them to Jedidiah. You will have to catch up on all your missed schoolwork and behave politely to Jedidiah and to the bishop. We will pray that your improvement is enough to convince Bishop and Onkel Harvey to let you remain with us.”
Ivan glared at her. “Jedidiah Zook is a creep. He’s never nice to me, so why should I be nice to him?”
Bethany planted her hands on her hips. “That attitude is exactly what got you into this mess.”
Jenny wrapped her arms around her brother’s waist. “I don’t want you to go away. I’ll tell the bishop you’ll be good.”
“They don’t care what we think because we’re just kids and we don’t count.”
“That’s enough, Ivan. You and I will go now to speak to Jedidiah and return his belongings this evening.”
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean that you can’t?”
He shrugged. “I don’t have the stuff or the money anymore. I gave it away.”
“Who did you give it to?” Bethany asked.
“I don’t have to tell you.” He pushed Jenny away and rushed through the house and out the back door. Bethany followed, shouting after him, but he ran into the woods at the back of the property and disappeared from her view.
Jenny began crying. Bethany picked her up to console her. Jenny buried her face in the curve of Bethany’s neck. “You can’t send him away. You can’t. Do something, sister.”
“I will try, Jenny. I promise I will try.”
Ivan returned an hour later. Not knowing what else to do, Bethany sent him to bed without supper. Jenny barely touched her meal. Bethany didn’t have an appetite, either. She wrote out a check to Jedidiah for the value of the stolen items and put it in an envelope with a brief letter of apology. She couldn’t face him in person.
After both children were in bed, Bethany stood in front of the door to her grandfather’s workshop. He wouldn’t be in there but she hoped that she could draw comfort from the things he loved. She pushed open the door.
Moonlight reflecting off the snow outside cast a large rectangle of light through the window. It fell across his desk and empty chair. She walked to the chair and laid her hands on the back of it. The wood was cold beneath her fingers. She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. The smell of the oils he