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  “I guess I have a lot to learn about you Amish,” Leah said, taking a cup of punch from Ethan.

  “Things are not always what they seem, Leah. Everyone here is free to try the things of the world. But we are still accountable to our families and our traditions.”

  “So I’m learning.” She wondered what was going on inside Ethan, where he fit in in this strange no-man’s-land of Amish tradition and English worldliness. She felt a kinship with him. They were both searching for a place where they belonged.

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  Text copyright © 1997 by Lurlene McDaniel

  Cover art copyright © 1997 Kamil Vojnar

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  eISBN: 978-0-307-77645-7

  RL: 4.7, ages 12 and up

  A Bantam Book/November 1997

  First Laurel-Leaf edition August 2003

  v3.1

  This book is dedicated to my friend

  Mary Lou Carney—who took the notes!

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.”

  (PSALM 91: 11-12, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION)

  ONE

  “Leah, this makes no sense to me. Why would you want to rent an apartment in a hole in the wall like Nappanee, Indiana, when you could be sailing to Fiji on a windjammer with Neil and me for the summer?”

  Not bothering to answer her mother’s question, Leah Lewis-Hall dragged her suitcase into the bedroom of the sparsely furnished apartment. She was seventeen, but if she lived to be a hundred, she still wouldn’t be able to explain it to her mother. She’d tried before they’d driven from Neil’s sprawling, wonderful farmhouse that morning, but her mother didn’t get it. How come she couldn’t understand that Leah did not want to tag along with her and Neil, husband number five in her mother’s life? An entire summer with them would never be her idea of fun. Not when she could be near the Longacre family, the kindest people she’d ever met: Rebekah, Charity, Ethan … Especially Ethan.

  Leah’s mother glanced disdainfully around the small room. “Good thing Neil had a friend in the real estate business up here, or I would never have let you come.”

  In spite of Neil’s being many years older than her mother, Leah liked him. After six months of being married to her mother, Leah realized, Neil had a better understanding of her than her mother did. When Leah explained to Neil her plan and what it would mean to her, he had helped her get both a place to live and a job working at a bed-and-breakfast in Nappanee. Neil truly seemed to understand when Leah had flatly said to him, “I wanted to make my own summer vacation plans. It’s been a rough year.” The nine days Leah had had to spend in the hospital just before Christmas while her mother and Neil had been in Japan on their honeymoon were the toughest of her life. That was when she had been diagnosed with bone cancer.

  “Dr. Thomas does want me in for another checkup at the end of June,” Leah said now.

  “They misdiagnosed you in the first place,” her mother insisted. “You could come to the South Seas with us. You are fine now. That doctor just scared us to death.”

  Leah didn’t know what to believe. Her early X rays and bone scans had clearly indicated that parts of her knee had been eaten away by cancer. Then, during her hospital confinement, Gabriella, a mysterious figure, had come into her life. Later X rays showed that the dark spots had shrunk even before any treatments. This had totally shocked her doctor.

  “I went through six weeks of chemo for nothing then?” Leah asked her mother with a grimace.

  “Insurance,” her mother countered. “Besides, you did fine with chemo.”

  “Not much fun, though.” Leah would never forget the bouts of nausea following each drug protocol. “Well, I’m here already. Neil understands, so why can’t you?”

  Her mother grabbed a grocery sack full of Leah’s shoes and headed to the closet. “Can you cook well enough to even feed yourself?”

  “I can cook. And I have Grandma’s recipe box.” Her deceased grandmother was another sore subject between Leah and her mother, so Leah was glad when there was no comment. “I really will be fine, Mom. Stop worrying.”

  “I can’t believe you’d rather clean toilets than sail to Fiji,” her mother grumbled.

  They’d already visited the small inn where she was to work. It was a two-story frame house with an old-fashioned parlor, family-style dining room and four quaint bedrooms and bathrooms upstairs. Leah would be responsible for fresh bed linen daily, cleaning chores, and serving breakfast and lunch to guests. Her workday would begin at seven A.M. and end at three every afternoon. She’d be off on the weekends.

  “You’ll be a maid.” Her mother chewed her bottom lip fretfully.

  Leah rolled her eyes in exasperation.

  Her mother tagged behind Leah as she went into the tiny kitchen. “Is your phone working? I sent in a deposit and told them to turn it on.”

  Leah picked up the receiver and held it out so that they could both hear the dial tone.

  “I’ll call and check on you before we drive to the airport tomorrow.” Neil and her mother were to fly from Indianapolis to Los Angeles, then to Hawaii, where they would board the sailing vessel that would take them to the South Pacific island of Fiji.

  “I’ll be fine, Mother.”

  “Are you positive those Amish people will look after you? Don’t you think I should meet them?”

  “You read Charity’s letter. She’s glad I’m here for the summer. And no, you do not need to meet them.” When Leah had first formed the plan to work in the area for the summer and had written Charity about it, Charity had written back to say it would be nice to see her again. Now that Leah was actually here, she hoped she’d not acted presumptuously.

  “It just seems so … so … odd to go off and leave you, that’s all.” Her mother broke into Leah’s thoughts. “And I can’t believe you’re so casual about living alone all summer. Even though the diagnosis was wrong, it still makes me anxious.”

  Leah sorted her mother’s mismatched silverware into
a drawer, knowing she was acting more self-assured than she felt. She reminded her mother that it was she who’d taught her self-reliance and independence in the first place. “Mom, I’m going to have a good time this summer, and so are you and Neil. August will be here before we know it.”

  “You have the ship-to-shore phone number,” her mother reminded Leah. “If you have any problems—”

  “Don’t worry,” Leah interrupted.

  “There’s still time to change your mind, you know.”

  “I’m not changing my mind.”

  Her mother sighed and glanced at her watch. “Maybe we’d better buy some milk and things at the grocery store before I go.”

  “I can shop by myself. You’d better get on the road if you want to be home before dark.” They’d driven up in separate cars, Leah’s mother in the car Neil had given her for a wedding gift and Leah in the sporty red convertible he’d given to her after her last chemo session. “You deserve it,” he had said, handing her the keys.

  Her mother hugged Leah. “I’ll miss you.”

  “Miss you too,” Leah said. “Give a hug to Neil. He’s really a nice guy, Mom. And don’t get seasick.”

  Her mother made a face. “Don’t even mention such a thing.”

  Leah walked her mother down to her car and waved goodbye when her mother drove away. Then she stood alone in front of the apartment building and hugged her arms to herself, blinking back tears. No regrets, she told herself. This is what she had wanted—to be on her own. And now she was.

  Leah wasted no time going to the grocery store; instead she took out the roughly drawn map Charity had sent her and followed it to the Longacre farm. The Indiana countryside was flat, the road straight as an arrow as it passed fields of young corn plants. The late-afternoon sun felt warm on her head and shoulders, but although it was late May, the breeze still held an edge of coolness. In less than fifteen minutes, she turned off the main highway onto a gravel road marked as the entrance to the farm. Far back on the property, she saw a rambling two-story farmhouse. Of course, no telephone poles, no wires for electricity led up to the house. The Amish kept their own ways and did not want modern conveniences.

  Leah stopped shy of the well-cared-for lawn. The screen door banged open and Charity, gathering her skirt, darted off the porch. She wore a long, plain brown dress covered with a long white apron. The ties from her prayer cap flapped as she ran toward the car. “Leah, how pleased I am to see you!”

  Leah scrambled from the car and embraced her friend, a lump of emotion clogging her throat. “You look wonderful!”

  Charity stepped an arm’s length away. “And you look beautiful. Too thin, I think.”

  “Left over from the chemo treatments. But I didn’t lose much hair.” Leah spun, and her dark hair, now shoulder length, fluffed in the breeze.

  “You must tell me everything. But first, we must go out to the garden, where someone is waiting to see you.”

  Charity led Leah around to the back of the house, where two women and two girls were tending a large vegetable garden. Leah recognized Charity’s mother, Tillie, at once. Upon seeing Leah, the child beside Tillie dropped her hoe and ran, arms outstretched to meet her.

  “Rebekah!” Leah cried, catching the girl in her arms. “You’ve grown so big.” She hadn’t seen Rebekah since she’d left the hospital room they’d shared.

  The six-year-old beamed a smile at her. One of her front teeth was missing, making her look even cuter than Leah remembered. “I thought you’d never get here. I’ve been waiting all day,” Rebekah said.

  “I’m here now,” Leah answered with a smile.

  Charity introduced her sister, twelve-year-old Elizabeth, and her grandmother, whom they called Oma. The baby, Nathan, now eight months old, lay asleep on a nearby blanket. “We shall all rest and take some lemonade,” Tillie Longacre announced. “And you must join us for dinner tonight, Leah.”

  Holding Rebekah’s hand, Leah followed the group to a wooden picnic table, where chunks of ice sparkled in a pitcher of lemonade. “Thank you. I’d like that,” Leah said, feeling oddly out of place in her modern clothes. She was what the Amish called English. She was not one of the “plain people.” She felt her differences keenly.

  “I want you to come see my chickens,” Rebekah said.

  “I can’t wait to see them. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a live chicken up close and personal.”

  Everybody laughed.

  Before her mother had married Neil and moved to his farm, Leah had lived in Dallas and attended a huge metropolitan high school. After the move, she’d experienced culture shock.

  “Leah can visit your chickens later,” Charity said. “Right now, I want her to walk with me to the barn.”

  “That’s where Ethan is,” Rebekah declared. “He’s been looking for you all day too.”

  Leah saw a sidelong glance pass between Tillie and Oma. She wondered if they approved of her visiting Ethan. But she couldn’t help the tingle of excitement that skittered up her spine at the thought of seeing him again. She recalled their bittersweet goodbye the previous December in the hospital lobby.

  “Come with me,” Charity said, setting down her glass of lemonade.

  Leah abandonded her lemonade and followed Charity across a wide field toward a large gray barn. The closer they got, the more nervous Leah grew. What had Ethan been thinking? What if he didn’t think she was pretty anymore? What if he’d decided his girlfriend, Martha Dewberry, was more to his liking because she was Amish? Ethan had written to Leah, but his wording had been stilted and awkward, just as he’d been toward her in the hospital before they’d become friends. Before they’d kissed.

  At the door of the barn, she smoothed her hair. “I look a mess.”

  “You look lovely,” Charity said, stepping aside.

  In the barn’s dim interior, Leah saw Ethan pitching hay down from a loft. His plain white shirt was damp with perspiration, his dark trousers speckled with straw. He was hatless and his thick blond hair looked ruffled. She gazed up at him, her heart pounding crazily. He looked down suddenly. She couldn’t move, could scarcely breathe.

  In that instant, Leah realized that Ethan was the real reason she had come to Nappanee for the summer. Ethan, the Amish boy who lived in a world more different than any she had ever known. Ethan, the Amish boy she had fallen for months ago.

  TWO

  “Leah!” Ethan called. “I’ll be right down.” He descended the ladder.

  Nervous, Leah looked back toward Charity for moral support, but Charity had slipped away.

  “Hi,” Leah said when Ethan stood in front of her.

  His brow knitted. His startling blue eyes stared directly into hers. “My eyes have been hungry for the sight of you.”

  His quaint way of phrasing sentences had put her off when they’d first met. Now his words were like music to her. “And my eyes for you. How have you been?”

  “I am fine. But it is not me we should be talking about. How have you been?”

  “I made it through chemo and all. It really wasn’t so bad.”

  “So the cancer in your bones is gone for good?”

  Leah wasn’t sure how to answer. More than anything, she wanted to believe it was gone. “I have to go for checkups every three months for two years. If there’s no relapse, the doctors might pronounce me cured.” She gave him the answer her doctor had given her mother when she had asked the same question.

  “That is good. Have you seen Gabriella again?”

  “No. And I don’t think I will, either.”

  “If she was an angel from the Lord sent to heal you, it does not seem likely that she will appear to you again. There is nothing left for her to do for you.”

  “Everybody else thinks she was a nutcase who somehow slipped through hospital security. All I know is that before she came to see me that last time, I was facing having my leg amputated. After she touched me, my X rays started changing.” Leah shrugged. “Maybe it was just a co
incidence. I guess I’ll never know for sure who she was.”

  “I am glad you will be working in Nappanee for the summer, because I will be able to see much of you,” Ethan told her. “Charity told me where you will be working.”

  His assurance made Leah feel better. “I like the owners, Mr. and Mrs. Stoltz,” she said. “There’ll be another girl working with me, but I haven’t met her yet. You and Charity will have to come visit me in town. I have a cute little apartment, not too far from the inn, and a car to get me there. No excuses for ever being late.” Leah felt as if she was babbling, but she couldn’t seem to stop.

  “You will live by yourself?” He made it sound slightly scandalous.

  “Sure I will. I can come out and pick you up if you want. Can you ride in my car with me?” She knew the Amish would use modern transportation when necessary. She wasn’t sure if a visit to her apartment counted as necessary.

  “I can ride with you.”

  “Of course, I’d like to ride in that buggy of yours sometime.” Leah gave a nervous laugh. An Amish boy only asked a girl to ride in his buggy when he was interested in her romantically. It was Leah’s way of asking if he still cared about her or if, since December, Martha had won him back.

  He raised his hand as if to touch her cheek but drew back at the last second. “There is much I would like to do with you, Leah.”

  Her knees went weak. “I—I won’t be in the way this summer, will I?”

  “In the way?”

  “You know. A bother, a pain.”

  “How could you be in my way? I want you near me.”

  The sound of running feet interrupted them. “There you are!” Rebekah exclaimed. “Ethan, can Leah come back to the garden now? She’s staying for supper, so you can see her later.”

  “You are staying?”

  “Your mother invited me.” He looked solemn, making her ask, “Is it all right to have dinner with your family?”

  “Oh yes. Please. It is good to think about seeing you at our dinner table tonight.”

  “Even though I’m English?”