The Amish Widow (Amish Romance Mystery) (Amish Secret Widows' Society Book 1) Read Online Free

that you’re okay, is to tell you that I’ve put in an insurance claim for your husband’s accident.”
    “I see.” Emma busied herself getting the tea and cookies. She knew that Englischers drank black tea and she was sure that she had some somewhere.
    He continued, “So that means, you might get quite a sum of money.”
    “Oh, that will come in handy.” Emma looked across at him.
    “Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned it at all.” He looked down at his hands that were clasped on the tabletop.
    “Why do you say that?”
    “Wil refused his safety harness so there’s only a small chance that the insurance will pay up. I’ve lodged the claim anyway. Maybe you could – well, pray about it.”
    “I’ll certainly do that.” Emma knew that Gott always works in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform. Emma wasn’t quite sure what that last part meant that had run through her head – it was part of a Scripture, she was sure of that.
    “I don’t know why he refused his harness.” Mr. Weeks scratched his head.
    “He was a very stubborn man and very sure of himself. He organized a lot of barn-raisings and did a lot of work at a great height; I guess he thought that he didn’t need one.” Emma placed the sugar cookies and a pot of tea down on the table. She glanced at Mr. Weeks’ worried face. “Surely you don’t hold yourself accountable?”
    “In a way, I do.”
    “ Nee , please don’t. It was his decision and he wouldn’t want you to feel that way.”
    Mr. Weeks’ eyes misted over. Emma hoped he would not cry. She wasn’t used to seeing men cry and she would not know what to do. “ Gott wanted him home. It was his time to go.”
    Mr. Weeks nodded.
    “He’s in a much better place now. I know that in my heart.”
    “Thank you, Mrs. Kurtzler. You’re very kind.” Mr. Weeks took a sip of the hot tea then picked up a sugar cookie. “Will you be staying on here – on the farm?”
    Why was everyone interested on whether she was staying on? Was the whole town trying to make her sell? That’s certainly what it felt like. “The farm is leased so it’s enough for me to live on. I’ve no reason to sell.” Especially if the insurance that money comes through, she thought.
    “I see. So you lease the whole farm? To a wheat farmer?”
    “We… I mean I lease the land except the haus , the barn and a little land to grow vegetables. Henry Pluver’s the man who leases it. He’s an Amish man who leases a few parcels of land around the area. He’s got his own farm too, but I’ve heard that his own farm isn’t very big.”
    Mr. Weeks scratched his chin. “So he’s Amish you say?”
    “Yes he is.”
    “Pluver is an unusual name.”
    “I guess it is. Come to think of it his family is the only Pluver in the community. I’m not sure of their history.”
    Mr. White looked thoughtful and nibbled on the sugar cookie. “Are you friendly with the Pluver family?”
    “No, not especially.” Emma thought of the Pluvers, the sour faced Mrs. Pluver and the creepy son, Bob. Mr. Pluver was just a typical Amish farmer. “It’s certainly good news about the insurance money. If it comes through.”
    Mr. Weeks held up his hand. “I wouldn’t go spending it just yet.”
    Emma smiled at the thought of going on a spending spree. She was very frugal with money as was all her familye. She’d been taught from a young age to make do with what she had. She could cook and sew and had need of very little. The money would just sit somewhere, in case the farm needed something or the haus needed repair that was all.
    “Emma?”
    Emma heard Wil at the front door.
    “Come in and join us, Wil.”
    Wil walked through to the kitchen and Mr. Weeks stood and nodded his head as a greeting. Wil did the same.
    Emma noticed that the two men did not shake hands. Probably they are still at odds with each other over the incident at the funeral. Emma considered that Wil was rather rude to Mr. Weeks at the funeral when Mr. Weeks had