The Search (14 page)

Her grandmother came up behind her and silently watched. Then she took in a deep breath and let it out with, “Hoo-boy. Didn’t see that coming.”

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On Sunday evening, Jonah told Bertha he had decided to get the test to see if his bone marrow could be a match for Simon. “I’ll have the test and wait for the results. But I’m not bringing any of this up to Bess,” he told her. “There’s no reason to. If I’m not a match, that will be the end of it. I won’t let Bess get tested. She’s barely related to Simon. The chance of being a match is remote.”

Bertha gave a brief nod of her head. “One thing at a time.”

He wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that, but he needed to turn in for the night. He stood to leave but turned around to face her. “Mom, why are you going to such lengths for someone like Simon?”

“He’s the only brother I got,” was all she said.

That comment struck him as forever odd. It was similar to what Lainey said at church this morning when he told her that his mother lured him here to be a bone marrow transplant for Simon. She said that Bertha had told her all about Simon’s illness, but she hadn’t had the courage to see him yet. “I’d like to go with you to see him,” Lainey told him. “It’s my day off, if you don’t mind going tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” he asked her. He knew Simon had treated her badly. Everybody knew. It amazed him that she would even bother with Simon.

“He’s the only father I’ve known,” was how she answered him.

So early Monday morning, Jonah met Lainey in front of the bakery and they walked to the bus station to catch the first bus from Stoney Ridge to Lebanon. He felt a little uncomfortable at first, spending an entire day traveling with an English woman, but she soon put him at ease. She started by asking him questions about Bess. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of hearing stories about their life in Ohio. He found himself telling her all kinds of stories . . . Bess’s first day of school when she came home and told him she quit, that one day was enough. Levi Miller, who overly liked her and left wilted flowers for her in the mailbox until the mailman complained. Her cat, Blackie, who seemed to have abandoned her at Rose Hill Farm and taken up the life of a barn cat. They both started laughing then and couldn’t stop. He hadn’t laughed that often in a long time, and it felt so good.

Just being with Lainey felt good. He hadn’t enjoyed another woman’s company so much since . . . well, since he first met Rebecca, he realized with a start. He had taken one look at Rebecca, in her pale green dress that set off her hazel eyes, and he knew she was the one for him. He never wavered, not once. He just knew.

And here he was, with feelings stirring for Lainey. Yet this made no sense. No sense at all. It was downright wrong. Lainey was English. Besides, he felt with a sting of guilt, there was the Understanding he had with Sallie. Oh, this was wrong, wrong, wrong.

And yet . . . he couldn’t take his eyes off of Lainey. He found himself memorizing every feature, every expression, of her lovely face. He marveled at her beauty, her glorious black hair that curled around her head like a wreath.

The hour-and-a-half bus ride to Lebanon flew by, and soon they were standing at a nurse’s station in the hospital, filling out reams of paperwork. Then they had a long wait until a phlebotomist would be free to draw Jonah’s blood for the donor test, so the nurse pointed them to the waiting room.

Lainey looked at Jonah. “Maybe I’ll go see Simon while you’re waiting to get your blood drawn.”

“Not without me,” Jonah said firmly. It worried him, having her meet up with Simon after all these years. He remembered Simon to be unpredictable. Granted, his love for the drink had much to do with those moods. But even at his best, Simon was not a pleasant person.

There was something in Lainey’s expression right then—a sadness? A longing? He couldn’t quite tell. Then she gave him one of her inscrutable smiles and sat down in the plastic chair. He sat down next to her.

“Jonah, why would you be willing to share your bone marrow with Simon?”

He set his cane on the empty chair next to him. “I guess I’m doing it for my mother. Since he was shunned all those years, there hasn’t been much we could do for him. But this . . . well, maybe this would give Simon the push he needs to return to the church.” He crossed his arms against his chest. “That’s what she’s hoping, anyway, to encourage him to make things right with God before it’s too late.”

“Did you ever know that Bertha used to bring us meals on a regular basis?” Lainey asked. “And she would slip my mother money to pay bills.”

“What?” Jonah was stunned. “My parents . . . ?”

“No. Not your father. Only your mother.” Lainey tilted her head. “Your mother . . . she’s something else.”

Jonah couldn’t believe it. No Amish from their church went near Simon. To do so would risk their own good standing. They were quiet for a long time after that, until he finally asked, “So are you in Stoney Ridge this summer to see Simon?”

Her head was bowed as she quietly said, “He’s part of the reason. I need to tell him something.” She lifted her head and looked him in the eye, as if there was something she wanted to say. He’d had that feeling before when he was with her . . . as if there was something she was holding back. But then, how could he really know that? He was just getting to know her.

If Simon was part of the reason she was back in Stoney Ridge, what was the other part? He was just about to ask when a large graying woman in a nurse’s uniform pointed at him from the door to the lab. “Jonah Riehl?”

He nodded.

“In here. Now.” Her lips compressed into a flat line. “Hope you got big-sized veins cuz I’ve had too many folks in here today with itty bitty veins. Had to poke ’em a hundred times.”

His dark eyebrows shot up in alarm. “I’ll be back soon,” he told Lainey. “Real soon, I hope.”

Fifteen minutes later, he came out, unrolling his sleeve. He looked around the waiting room for Lainey, but she was gone.

As soon as Jonah left with the nurse, Lainey went to find Simon. She finally located him on a ward for terminally ill patients. He was at the far end of the ward, and she felt herself trembling as she approached him. When she was about ten feet away, she stopped and watched him for a while. He was sleeping and looked so peaceful. Simon had been handsome before alcohol had thickened his face. He had good features, high cheekbones, and deep-set eyes. Once, he had been a big man. Now, he seemed shriveled, like a grape left out in the sun. His face, once smooth and glossy, was like old shoe leather.

She used to be terrified of him. He could be sweet and charming, but then something minor could trigger an explosive rage.

She remembered one time when she served him a piece of cake she had made and waited by his side, hoping to see if he liked it. He had eaten it in its entirety. Then, instead of complimenting her, he yanked the blue ribbon she won at the county fair for her cherry tart off of the refrigerator and tore it into pieces. “You were getting too fond of that ribbon. Don’t you think I’ve noticed?”

She didn’t answer him, which had enraged him.

“Pride goeth before a fall. You should be ashamed!”

She glanced at her mother for help, but her mother looked away. “You’re right,” Lainey said meekly. “I was too fond of winning that ribbon.”

Afterward, her mother had tried to explain to her that it was getting injured in the war that had made Simon so quick to anger. Lainey wasn’t so sure. She thought he was born mad, though he was the only Amish-born person she’d ever known who had a temper on him. They were gentle people, she knew that to be true. Gentle like Jonah.

Simon opened his eyes and stared at her. Then recognition dawned in his eyes. Those eyes—icy blue—combined with his mane of thick white hair had always reminded Lainey of a Siberian Husky. “Elaine?”

Elaine, her mother. Lainey supposed she did resemble her mother, at least in coloring. Certainly more than Bess did. Bess took after Simon, that was plain to see. “No, Simon. I’m not Elaine. She died over fifteen years ago. I’m Lainey, her daughter.”

Simon peered at her, trying to comprehend what she was saying. He was very ill, she could tell that. “I got married once,” he said. “Long time ago, she left me. That’s when my life took a turn.”

“She didn’t leave you, Simon. She died having your baby.”

He closed his eyes and was quiet for a moment. After a while, he opened one eye. “I don’t suppose you have something to drink?” he asked her, licking his lips.

“There’s some water by your bedside.” She went to it and poured a glass, then held it out to him.

“I was hoping for something a little stronger,” he said, brushing her hand away that held the water glass. “Course, I don’t drink much as a habit. Don’t have the taste for it.”

She knew that was a lie. Simon drank like a fish.

He put his head back down on the pillow and gazed at her. “So, you’re Lainey. All growed up.”

She nodded.

“I don’t have money, if that’s what you’re after.”

“I don’t want your money, Simon.”

“You must want something. Showing up after all these years, without a word. You’re after something. Everybody wants something.”

“I don’t want anything from you. I wanted to tell you that . . . I forgive you. That’s all.” She exhaled. “I just want you to know that I forgive you.”

He snorted. “For what?”

She dropped her head and didn’t see him grab her arm until he had it tight in his grip.

“For what?” he snarled, like an angry dog. “I put a roof over your head and food in your mouth. You weren’t even my kid. You should be thanking me.”

His grip was weaker than she would have expected. She peeled his fingers off of her arm as calmly as if she was peeling a banana, and stepped back. “You can’t hurt me anymore.” She took in a deep breath. “No matter what you think, Simon, you do need to be forgiven. And no matter what, I do forgive you.”

He seemed not to care in the least. He pointed to the door. “Don’t let the door hit you where the dog bit you,” was all he said.

His sarcasm slapped her with surprise. She lifted her chin and marched toward the door. Her shoes made a clicking sound down the ward. As soon as she went through the door, she leaned against the wall, trying to compose herself. Hadn’t she thought this all through before she even asked Jonah if she could join him today? Hadn’t she reminded herself, over and over, not to expect anything back from Simon? And yet, here she was, deeply disappointed. She found herself shivering, as if she was very cold. She heard someone call her name, so softly she thought she might have imagined it. But there was Jonah, walking down the hall toward her. When he saw the look on her face, he held out his arms to her. She burst into tears and sank into him.

Dear Jonah,

Your note said you would be gone only a few days. It has now been nearly a week and I haven’t heard a word from you. Should I be planting celery? Can't have an Amish wedding without celery!

Affectionately,

Sallie

“Today’s the day, Bess,” Billy said when she came into the greenhouse to bring him a glass of lemonade. “We’re going to the bakery today to talk to Eddie Beaker.”

Bess’s eyes went wide. “We? What do you mean, we?”