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illness, I wish to deal with the money appropriations to my family first and the three farms given out according to my wishes.
     
You can determine the amount given to my relatives by tripling the percentage basis used by my brother, Millet, in his will. From the list I gave you, please have this amount given to each relative.
     
    At this, Rachel paused. “I still have a copy of my father’s will. We can easily figure out how much that amounts to.”
    “Okay, so go on. I want to hear about the farms.”
    Rachel, finally proud of Luke, continued reading.
     
Then please name Rebecca Keim, of Union, Ohio, the daughter of Lester and Mattie Keim, as the primary beneficiary of all my property.
     
    Rachel gasped. Luke stood up straight.
     
This is all contingent upon the same clause that Millet had placed when he first had your father draw his will when I was still in my early twenties. The clause being that Rebecca Keim must not under any circumstances marry a non-Amish person. Amish is to be defined as a church which does not allow for the driving of motor vehicles. She may, as I have, remain in an unmarried state, if she so wishes.
     
I am aware that there are considerable assets involved and that my brother did not have as many when he made the gesture toward me out of his deep concern for my well-being. Yet he remained true to his promise, even when his possessions increased, believing that he was under the Lord’s blessing.
     
I will proceed under the same belief and would appreciate it if you would notify Rebecca Keim of this decision by certified letter as soon as convenient. I will not need to be notified of this correspondence between the two of you but will wait for you to contact me to sign any necessary papers.
     
Sincerely,
     
Emma Miller
Milroy, Indiana
     
    Rachel’s face was white. “She’s doing it, and this time it’s not even in the family.”
    Luke’s mind was whirling. He barely heard his mother. He simply said, “I have to go do the chores.” His body felt strange, out of focus. But before he got to the door, he turned and said, “Get that letter sealed again. I’ll drop it off in the mail tomorrow. Emma will never miss it.”
    When his mother didn’t reply, Luke looked at her.
    “We’re not mailing it,” Rachel declared, her lips bloodless.
    “We have to!” he said.
    “Do your chores,” she said, rising and returning to her salad. “The Lord will help us somehow. We’ll yet overcome this evil. We have to.”

C HAPTER S IX

     
    J ohn, his mind continually wandering to thoughts of Rebecca and when she might return, forced himself to the task at hand. He was in the middle of showing a midsized cherry wood chest, finished in a natural stain with recessed hinges, to a young couple who had just walked in a few minutes before. They would be, he hoped, his last customers of the day.
    “We’re looking for something for our daughter for Christmas,” the lady told him, her blue eyes sparkling. Bending over the chest, she ran her fingers over the heavily grained cherry. “Perfect for Candice,” she half whispered, affection in her voice.
    “How are you getting it home?” Candice’s father asked, standing back from the chest in question, more interested in the price tag at the moment, which he couldn’t seem to locate.
    “That’s why I had you remove the backseat of the Navigator this morning,” she said. “I thought I might find something exactly like this. They have wonderful things here.”
    He nodded, then asked, “Sure this fits? I still want that Panasonic screen. Today—if possible.”
    “They don’t sell those here. Do you?” she asked, glancing at John.
    “No,” he said, not certain what a Panasonic screen was, but assuming it had to do with television.
    “See,” she told her husband, triumphantly, “You can get the Panasonic on the way home. Probably at Circuit City. With the size you want, it has to be delivered anyway. This now,” she said, her fingers