that her knee hurt where she had
tripped over a rock the other day. She shifted her weight to
relieve the niggling pain.
Sarah was relieved when everyone stood for
the reading of the chapter from Martin Luther’s German Bible. I
must ask Mrs. Miller for some arnica cream for my knee , she
thought, while sneaking a glance at Benjamin. The minister started
by reading from the lectionary about the Gospel of Matthew, and
then went on to say that we should all submit to the will of Gott . The minister also said we should be patient while we
wait for the will of Gott to unfold.
Sarah sent up a silent prayer that she would
be able to submit to the will of Gott ; after all, she wanted to; she would just have to try a little harder.
Finally, the long service was over, and Sarah
went to the kitchen to help Mrs. Flickinger and the other ladies
prepare the food. She was just as quickly shooed back out, and told
by the kind ladies to join the other youngie .
Sarah made her way over to Martha and Moses,
but saw they were joining their schweschders and bruders , Hannah and Noah, and Esther and Jacob, and their kinner . Sarah didn’t want to intrude, so walked over to sit
by herself on a wooden and iron bench under a weeping willow. There
was a little garden bed nearby, and Sarah breathed in the sweet
scent of the trumpet-shaped honeysuckles, the spicy fragrance of
the prolific Sweet Williams, and the pungent scent of the
beautiful, blue hyacinths.
So engrossed was Sarah in looking at the
flowers, that she did not hear anyone approach. “Oh, it’s you,” she
said, and then instantly regretted her tone.
Benjamin loomed over her. “May I sit with
you?”
“Of course, please do.” Sarah made her tone
sound inviting.
“Have you given any thought to coming back
home?”
Sarah’s heart sank. She kept hoping that
Benjamin was in love with her, despite all evidence to the
contrary. Again, her heart soared when he sat next to her, only to
plummet when he asked the question.
“ Nee ,” she snapped. “I am not going
home, not ever, and that’s final.”
Benjamin turned his warm gaze upon her, and
moved a little closer along the bench to her. “I’m so sorry, Sarah;
I didn’t mean it to come out like that. I wasn’t pressuring you,
truly. I just wanted to know if you intend to stay here or go
back.”
Sarah was bewildered. He wasn’t trying to
pressure her? But surely that was his only reason for being
here?
Benjamin must have suspected what she was
thinking, for he continued, “That’s not the only reason I came
here.” He hesitated, and a slow flush traveled up his face. “It
was…” he began, before he was rudely and abruptly cut off by Jessie
Yoder.
“ Hiya , you two,” she said. “Can I sit
down?”
Before anyone could answer, Jessie planted
herself on the bench between Sarah and Benjamin, and then moved a
little closer to Benjamin. She completely ignored Sarah, and turned
to Benjamin, asking him how he had liked the church meeting.
It seemed to Sarah that Jessie was flirting
outrageously, and giggling quite loudly and often. Benjamin was
making no attempt to get away from Jessie. I wonder what
Benjamin was going to say to me? Sarah thought. Again, she had
gotten her hopes up only to have them dashed. Just face facts;
he doesn’t like you , she scolded herself silently.
Sarah got up and walked away. As she did, she
saw the tall, brooding figure of Nash Grayson standing in front of
the B&B front porch, staring at Jessie and Benjamin. A chill
ran up her spine. He’s up to no good , she thought.
* * *
Nash stared at Jessie flirting with Benjamin. She’s got a nerve, flirting with him like that , he thought,
but then remembered that he had told her to. Well, she doesn’t
have to be quite so enthusiastic about , he thought, with
growing irritation. He walked back inside the B&B and slammed
the door as hard as he could.
* * *
Jessie knew that Nash was watching her. I
hope he’s jealous , she thought,