trousers, and brown shoes. I pictured him standing beside a leafless tree and suppressed a smile. In that attire, heâd be a perfect match for the dormant elm in our front yard.
âMother is sleeping. The ringing bell might waken her.â
âSorry.â He ducked his head. âI thought maybe you hadnât heard it.â He stepped inside and I closed the door.
âThe bell is loud enough I can hear it anywhere in the house.â I gestured for him to hang his coat on the hall tree.
âDid you have a bad day?â Using his thumb and forefinger, he reached forward and pretended to push my lips back into a smile. âAny coffee in the kitchen?â He winked. âAnd a piece of cake or pie?â
So much had happened since my return home that afternoon that I didnât wish to act the hostess, but I waved him forward.âThere may be a cup left. I donât think there is any dessert. Mrs. Oelwine left early today.â
He chuckled. âYouâll have to put a stop to that. I enjoy her desserts.â
âOf late, desserts havenât been a matter of high priority to Father and me, and Mother can seldom tolerate rich food.â
My answer had been curt, and I was surprised when he stopped short and stared at me.
âWhat is wrong with you? Youâre not yourself this evening.â
I walked to the cupboard and removed a coffee cup. âI apologize, but there are times when I have more to worry about than coffee and dessert.â
âIf youâd like me to leave, just say so. You did invite me, didnât you?â
I sighed. Nathan was right. None of this was his fault. âIâm sorry, Nathan.â I poured coffee into his cup and carried it to the table. âThis has been a day filled with unexpected news that will change our lives.â
His thick eyebrows lifted on his forehead like two brown wiggly caterpillars. âOur lives? Yours and mine?â He pointed first at himself and then at me. âWhat news? I havenât heard anything.â
âThe doctor told Mother there is nothing he can do to restore her health and her condition will only worsen.â I couldnât bring myself to say she was dying. âFather and Mother have decided to move back to the Amana Colonies in Iowa. Itâs what Mother wants, and my father has agreed.â
At first he grinned, but when he realized I was serious, he turned somber. âHow can they even think of such a thing? When is this supposed to happen?â
I explained what my father had told me only a short time ago.With each remark, he interrupted me with a host of questions. Many of which I couldnât answer. Finally I said, âYouâll need to ask my father to further explain his arrangements concerning the business. Iâve told you everything I know.â
âDid he mention any particular plans for my future at the company? He must have some idea in mind, since weâll need a reliable income if Iâm going to support you.â
âSupport me?â My mind reeled. Did he think that I would remain behind and marry him? We hadnât discussed marriage. What was he thinking? âWhy would you think you would need to support me?â
He studied me for a moment. âYou know I have feelings for you. Iâve hesitated to mention marriage because you told me that you believed couples should know each other for a long period of time before taking their vows.â He wrapped his hands around the coffee cup. âHave you considered the possibility that this is a sign we should move forward with wedding plans?â
I shook my head. âNo, I donât think itâs a sign we should marry. I promised my parents I would pray about my future, though I believe I know what I should do.â
His brow creased, and I didnât miss the concern shadowing his eyes. âYouâre not thinking of going with them, are you?â He pushed aside the empty