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Hostetlers. Her parents had of course accepted the free-will plan, where their community had taken up an offering, and then their community had sent to neighboring communities to take up an offering, but it was still not enough to cover all the expenses. The community had also raised funds through food drives. While no one had discussed it openly with her, Hannah had gotten the impression that while these had gone a considerable way to paying the expenses, there was still a shortfall.
    Hannah suspected that the Hostetlers had contributed heavily to the free-will plan, but perhaps this was a way the Hostetlers figured they could contribute even more directly, by paying her wages for sewing. But where would she find the time? She was already exhausted. "Of course I will, Datt ," she said, as convincingly as she could. What choice did she have?
    Mr. Miller beamed at her, but at that moment Mrs. Miller came back in with the blueberry pie. "Mrs. Hostetler," she muttered angrily to herself.
    Hannah was glad that the physical therapist, Amy Nolt, was there, or further words might have been said.
    "For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses," Mr. Miller said, his tone firm. Her daed always quoted the Bible to end arguments or to make his point.
    Mrs. Miller did not respond, but muttered, " Scripture smart " to herself and cut into the blueberry pie with firmer than necessary strokes. Hannah agreed with her mudder ; she wanted nothing to do with the Hostetler familye , but then again, her familye needed the money. What if she ran into Noah? Nee , surely Mrs. Hostetler would have the good sense to make sure that that would never happen.
    "Mrs. Hostetler's store is only one block from the hospital," Mr. Miller added, avoiding his wife's gaze, "so it won't take up any extra taxi money."
    Both Esther and Martha shot Hannah sympathetic glances.
    Hannah swallowed her mouthful of blueberries. " Gut ." Great , she thought, now I feel doubly guilty, all the medical bills and with me using money for taxis, just because I can't get over my fear of buggies . Hannah had suddenly lost her appetite.
    After dinner, Amy Nolt left and Hannah did her best to help her mudder in the kitchen. Esther's back was a little sore so Hannah filled a hot water bottle and set it in the small of Esther's back. She returned to the kitchen to fill a hot water bottle for Martha and one for herself. This took some doing as she was only able to manage one at a time with her crutches. Hot water bottles all done, she managed to get Martha out of her wheelchair and onto the mattress. Then she helped both girls into their thick, flannel nightgowns.
    Hannah opened the potbelly stove door and looked inside. It was almost out of wood. Hannah sighed. The potbelly was great for putting out warmth but it tended to go through too much wood too quickly. The little wood box nearby was empty so Hannah hobbled out to the kitchen to ask her daed to fetch more from the wood box on the porch.
    As she drew close, she heard her daed's voice. "Was mer net weess macht eem net heess." What you don’t know won’t hurt you .
    " Nee , Abraham. You must tell her! What happens when she finds out?" Rachel Miller's voice was insistent.
    Hannah hobbled forward on her crutches, wondering if they were talking about her, and at the same time, determined not to eavesdrop.
    Her parents both looked at her, startled, and exchanged glances with each other. By their expressions, Hannah was left in no doubt that they had been talking about her. " Mamm , Datt , there's no wood inside for the potbelly stove."
    Her daed jumped to his feet. "I'll get some now."
    Mr. Miller carried wood inside and filled the potbelly stove. He returned with more wood and stacked the wood box. "Are all you girls warm enough?"
    " Jah , denki , Datt ," they all said.
    " Guten nacht ."
    "Good night, Datt