gone. She knew he cared for her. And he knew that she cared for him. And they both knew that no small roadblock would lessen that for them, or they wouldn’t still be here.
“I’m sorry I wouldn’t answer the door for you,” Ruth said at last.
“I’m sorry you didn’t want to, to start with.”
“ Ach, that wasn’t your fault!” Ruth said, half laughing, as though the whole thing was funny now that it’d been resolved.
“She was my schweschder !” he said. “I should have known.”
But she was my best friend,” she said. “So I should have known.”
There was no winning the argument, but then there was also no losing it.
They looked out together at the world. It didn’t care what they’d been through together but apart, over the last day. It only was. And along with it, Ruth and Joseph let themselves only be.
When they’d been there a while, Katie came through the door. She was making a great play of sneaking, so as not to disturb them, and waved goodbye to them with comedic exaggeration on her way home.
After she had gone, and as the sun began to sink further from the sky and towards the edge of the earth, Ruth and Joseph began to talk. They spoke about small things at first. Little preferences they had, and things they thought that others thought was odd.
Joseph spoke about his love of cooking, and Ruth told him she thought it was a wonderful dream. As soon as he said it, and told her about his dream of opening an Amish restaurant, Ruth could imagine no better life for herself than running it with him. She wanted to tell him so, and figured one day she would. He talked about his Rumpringa , and how conflicted it had made him, but also how much the sense of community he had felt at the barn raising yesterday kept him from thinking that he would be happier outside than he would be within the community.
Ruth talked about her very real and growing hatred of dolls, and it made Joseph laugh. She talked about how she wanted a familye , and she wanted to be around people all the days of her life. She talked about how much she loved listening to them, and all the ways they were the same and all the ways they were different.
And when the sun was only a memory left in the sky, and they had slipped together into a casual lull in the conversation, Joseph spoke the words that Ruth had waited such a very long time to hear.
“Ruth,” he said, “I think I would very much like to get to know you better.”
“ Jah ,” she replied, “I think I would very much like that, too.”
(To be continued in Rebecca )
Rebecca – Landchester Amish Love Series Book 3
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“I wonder how Maemm is now,” Rebecca Rediger thought to herself. She could hear her mother coughing and wheezing, and had checked in on her numerous times, so much so that Rebecca was still tired. She decided there was no point in waking her mother as she seemed comfortable now. Rebecca got on with her morning routine. She'd had to make some big changes since her mother’s diagnosis of COPD as her breathing capacity was now limited. The major change was in the food that they ate. It had taken some adjustment. Her mother, at her age, had difficulty in trying new food but Rebecca had to coax her that it was for her own good.
Every chore Rebecca carried out was a reminder of the difficulties of her mother’s illness. As Rosalie, her mother, now had to carry an oxygen tank, she couldn’t go to the kitchen or basement when the fires were lit. It wore Rebecca down, although she would never say it out loud. It was her place to care for her mother and the one thing Rebecca could never be was disrespectful to her dear mother.
But Rebecca’s worry was how much longer she could manage her mother. It seemed that no matter what Rebecca did to help stabilize her mother’s health, Rosalie was getting worse and the most concerning aspect was that she wasn’t always coherent. Rebecca never went far from the house in