Authors: Suzanne Woods Fisher
Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #Contemporary, #Christian, #Amish & Mennonite, #FIC042040, #FIC027020, #Amish—Fiction
Rome cleared his throat. “You wrote me a letter after the accident. I read it. I wrote you back. I told you that you were forgiven.”
“I did the same,” Fern said.
The man shook his head. “You wrote me that one time—but you never answered my other letters. You never let me do anything to make it up to you. You wouldn’t accept my offers of money.”
“But there was no need,” Rome said. “You weren’t guilty of anything. It was an accident. I knew that. I forgave you, long ago. So did Fern. There’s no need for anything else.”
The man took off his hat. “There is a need. I need to know you
truly
forgive me. Words—they’re cheap.”
Julia could see the shame eating away at the man. Didn’t they see what this man wanted from them? It was as plain as day. She walked up to the man and put a hand on his arm. “Would you join us for dinner at Windmill Farm on Sunday? We’d like to have you come to our home. We’d like to get to know you.” She swept an arm around the room. “All of us would like to get to know you. To thank you for what you’ve done. We want you to know that you’re truly forgiven.”
The man looked at her, surprised and hopeful. “If . . . if it wouldn’t be too much trouble.” He cast a furtive glance at Fern and Rome.
Rome walked up to the man. He covered Julia’s hand, still resting on the man, with his own. “No trouble at all.” He looked at Fern. “You don’t mind, do you, Fern?”
“I’m used to trouble out at Windmill Farm,” Fern said.
A look of abject relief covered the man’s face. “Then, yes, if you’re sure, well, I’d be honored to come.” He put his panama hat back on. “I’ll be off then. Until Sunday.”
“Twelve noon,” Fern said. “Don’t be late.”
“I won’t, Miss Graber,” the man said. “I won’t be late. You can count on it.”
When his hand was on the door handle, M.K. called out to him. “Mr. Webster, do you happen to like dogs?”
“I do. Been looking for a dog to keep me company on my travels. But it has to be the right dog.”
M.K. nodded. “The dog has to pick you.”
He looked a little puzzled, but then his face filled with a thoughtful smile. “That’s when you know it’s right. I’ve always thought it’s best to let the dog do the choosing.” He tapped his panama hat snugly on his head.
After the door closed, silence filled the room.
Finally, Amos cleared his throat and spoke up. “Well, if someone isn’t going to wheel me out of here, I’m going to walk myself out!”
That broke the spell, and they all laughed. Sadie pulled the door open and M.K. skipped out. Fern grabbed the handles of Amos’s wheelchair and pushed. “That’s all we need—to have you trip and break a leg.”
“At least I’d be close to the emergency room,” Amos shot back.
Rome and Julia smiled at each other as the voices faded down the hall. He reached down to pick up Amos’s suitcase and held the door for her. Julia looked back to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything. But she knew they would be bringing all that had happened in this hospital room along with them. Memories as real as Menno’s heart, a part of every breath.
Life was endlessly perplexing.
“Ready to go home?” Rome asked, holding a hand out to her.
She slipped her hand into his. “I am.”
Questions for Conversation
A Note from the Author . . .
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hank you for joining me on this armchair journey to Stoney Ridge. If this is your first visit, I hope you enjoyed getting to know the Lapp Family. If you’re anxious to learn more about Sadie and Mary Kate, you won’t have long to wait. The second novel is set for release in August 2012, and the third will release in January 2013.
In the meantime, I hope you’ll drop by my website,
www.suzannewoodsfisher.com
. You can check out my blog, send me a note (I always love hearing from readers), read excerpts from all five of my novels—all set in Stoney Ridge (BTW, more stories of Stoney Ridge are in the works!), or check out my calendar to see if I might be coming to visit your area.
Again, thank you for visiting Stoney Ridge. I hope you had as much fun reading this book as I had writing it and that you’ll be back soon.
Blessings and joy!
Suzanne Woods Fisher
Acknowledgments
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here are two subject matters in this story that took a great deal of help from others to “get it right”: beekeeping and heart transplants. Thank you to Troy and Susan Buuch for sharing their vast knowledge about beekeeping with me—especially helpful was the information about how an Amish person, without electricity or vehicles to transport hives, would keep bees. And a very special thank-you to Ron and Mary Westgate, for telling me the story of Ron’s heart transplant. With Ron’s editing, I tried to depict Amos’s illness and heart transplant as accurately as I could, but this is a work of fiction. Any blunders—or maybe a better way to say it would be “any stretch of circumstances” (such as having the Organ Donation Transplantation Network swiftly agree to allow a recently deceased family member to donate a heart)—belong to me.
And I feel compelled to add a note about the Swartzentruber Amish in this story: According to Erik Wesner of AmishAmerica, there is only one Swartzentruber church district in Pennsylvania and it is in Cambria County, not Lancaster County. Another stretch on my part, but remember . . . this is fiction!
A thank-you to a few other people who answered questions for me: Karla Hanns, my Canadian Facebook friend, for her expertise in quilting, and Sherry Gore, another FB friend, for answering questions about shooting bears.
And the entire Revell team who does so much, start to finish, to help my book be the best it can be: editors Andrea Doering and Barb Barnes, who have the first (Andrea) and last (Barb) look at the manuscript. I hope we are sharing this journey for a very long time! And a special thank-you to the art (Cheryl), marketing and publicity departments (Twila, Michele, Janelle, Deonne, Donna, Sheila, Claudia), and the tireless sales reps! There are others at Revell too who have a hand in making a book come to life and get into the hands of readers. Working with all of you is an honor.
To Joyce Hart, my agent, for your professional support.
To my selfless first readers, Lindsey, Wendrea, and Nyna: how can I ever thank you? Your input and suggestions are invaluable.
My heartfelt gratitude to my husband, Steve, for his loving support and encouragement in this author gig.
And finally, to God. What a blessing you have bestowed on me! I’m incredibly grateful for the opportunity to write books that, I hope and pray, reveals you to readers in a new way.
Suzanne Woods Fisher is the author of
The Choice
,
The Waiting
, and
The
Search
—the bestselling Lancaster County Secrets series.
The Waiting
was a finalist for the 2011 Christy Award.
Suzanne’s grandfather was raised in the Old Order German Baptist Brethren Church in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. Her interest in living a simple, faith-filled life began with her Dunkard cousins. Suzanne is also the author of the bestselling
Amish Peace: Simple Wisdom for a Complicated World
and
Amish Proverbs: Words of Wisdom from the Simple Life
, both finalists for the ECPA Book of the Year award, and
Amish Values for Your Family.
She is the host of
Amish Wisdom
, a weekly radio program on toginet.com. She lives with her family in the San Francisco Bay Area.
You can find Suzanne online at
www.suzannewoodsfisher.com
.
Books by Suzanne Woods Fisher
Amish Peace: Simple Wisdom for a Complicated World
Amish Proverbs: Words of Wisdom from the Simple Life
Amish Values for Your Family: What We Can Learn from the Simple Life
LANCASTER COUNTY SECRETS
The Choice
The Waiting
The Search
Lancaster County Christmas
STONEY RIDGE SEASONS
The Keeper
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