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“ Jah , we will.”
“So, when Bailey sells his house is he buying one around here?”
“I expect so. Or, we might just live in this one for a while.”
Sabrina took a deep breath and then blurted, “I can’t live with you, can’t you see that?”
Silvie shook her head. “You can and you will or mamm and dat will force you to go back with them. Can’t you see that?”
“They can’t make me do anything like that. I’m nearly twenty.”
Silvie raised her eyebrows.
“What’s that look for? I’ve got a job here and friends, they can’t make me leave, can they?”
“Would you really go against what they tell you to do?”
Sabrina frowned and tapped her chin with her fingertips. “I don’t know.”
“Well, best you don’t make a fuss about living here or they’ll see that you go back with them when the wedding is over.”
Silvie knew that although Sabrina was nearly twenty, she had an overwhelming ability to get herself into trouble. She needed Sabrina close where she could keep a close eye on her. Although Sabrina was a handful, she was her schweschder, and she was duty bound to look after her the best she could.
* * *
After a few minutes describing his history to the doctor that Jack recommended, Dr. Phillips suggested hypnotherapy just as Dr. Chivers had suggested.
“I’ll book an appointment for you tomorrow and that way we can have a clear run. I’ll see if Dr. Chivers can send over your files. But don’t expect immediate results, it will more than likely take a few sessions to see any change in your situation.”
“I’m willing to do what it takes, Doctor.”
The doctor looked pleased. “Good.” The doctor turned his attention away from Bailey and made some notes into his cumbersome desktop computer. Bailey looked around the small room and saw no place where he would lie down on a couch. The office was dark and boring, nothing like the tastefully decorated surrounds of Dr. Chivers’ office.
When Bailey got home, Jack was waiting to take the four older boys into town. When they left, Bailey sat on the porch and tried to empty his mind.
Pamela poked her head out the door. “Would you like some kaffe ?”
“I’d love one, denke .”
Pamela returned with two mugs of kaffe and slices of orange cake. “I’ll join you while the little one’s asleep.”
“You don’t get much of a rest, do you?”
Pamela laughed. “That’s the way I like it. There’s always something to keep me busy.”
Bailey chatted with Pamela until the toddler woke up.
Chapter 7.
A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance:
but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.
Proverbs 15:13
"Ouch," Emma yelped, before sucking her needle-pricked thumb.
Bless her for helping, but Silvie wanted to wear a pristine wedding dress, certainly not a blood splattered one. "Here, a tissue."
"Thanks. Sorry, I'm so clumsy," Emma said as she wrapped the tissue around her finger.
"Something distracting you, Emma? You seem distant today.”
"I'm sorry; I got carried away with the conversation and didn’t look where I was sewing and sewed my thumb.” Emma gave a giggle. “It’s not long now, is it? Not long ‘til you’re a married lady.”
" Jah , I’m so looking forward to it." Silvie hoped with all her heart that Bailey felt the same flurry in his stomach, the same happy dreams of their life together, and the same longings.
Emma shook her head. "Will I ever tire of talking about my wedding and married life?" Her face beamed with delight.
Silvie imagined how she would feel after making her vows before Gott . She could not wait. However, Bailey's recent odd behavior along with the constant stirring from Sabrina had given her cause for unsettled sleep these past few nights.
What if he's changed his mind? Would he be too decent to go back on his promise? Of course he would. But I'm certain I see love in those hazel eyes. I must have faith.
"Oh, hold this for me, Silvie?" Emma