by the river and find a nice spot to sit and eat away from the others.â
âI couldnât agree more,â Susanna said with a quick glance over her shoulder. Henry had backed off and joined the others. It was right that she should spend what could be the last evening of her rumspringa with Joey, Susanna told herself. She already knew the others disapproved, so what greater damage could she do?
The tinkle of the flowing water filled Susannaâs ears as they walked along the bank. Her hand grew warm in Joeyâs tender grasp. She smiled up into his face and leaned against his shoulder. Was he more than a friend? Maybe he could be someday, if only their relationship would be allowed to continue and grow. But that could never be.
âHow about here?â Joey asked. He didnât wait for an answer before he lowered himself onto the grass.
Susanna smoothed her dress before she followed Joeyâs example. A desire to pull off her shoes and run her feet through the spring grass came over her. But did she dare? Yah , she would. With a quick motion, Susanna set her sandwich on the bank and slipped off her shoes. The socks came next. Susanna didnât look up at Joey as she moved her feet through the grass. When she dared glance at his face, his smile was all the answer she needed.
âWe used to do that in the summertime when we were kids,â Joey said. âBut we got away from the practice. Looks like you hung on.â
âItâs not something to let go of,â Susanna said. âThatâs what our people believe.â
âFor once I like an Amish custom.â Joey grinned. âNice feet.â
Susanna reddened and tucked both of them under her dress. âYou shouldnât say things like that.â
âWhat? Complimenting your feet? Come on, Susanna. Is that so wrong?â
âI guess not,â Susanna managed. âThanks for caring enough to find me tonight. I was hoping you would.â
âWell, we missed you at the house last weekend, so we were beginning to wonder. Is something going on I should know about?â
âIâ¦â Susanna began but then stopped. âLetâs not talk about it, please. Letâs enjoy the evening and this moment.â
âThen there is something going on.â Joey studied her face. âPlease tell me, Susanna. I would hate to think you wonât come by the house as oftenâ¦or any more at all. Is it something weâve said or done? Do your parents object? Would it help if I spoke to them?â
Susanna shook her head. That was the exact wrong approach. But how could she explain? Susanna began again. âIâ¦really canât tell you. Not now. Not at this moment.â
âWell then, will you promise me you wonât disappear without a trace?â
âYou know where I live.â Susanna forced a laugh. âYou can always stop by.â There, she had said the words despite her misgivings, but she simply couldnât help herself. She didnât want this to end. Not tonight. Not ever.
Chapter Five
E rnest Helmuth paused near his barn door for a moment, having just finished his chores. His sister Katherine would have breakfast ready by now, but he wanted to savor this quiet moment alone. Sunday morning had dawned with clear skies, and the warmth of a south wind was blowing up from the valley below. The trees were ready to bud, and the ground was bursting with new life. Tomorrow he would be in the fields for the last of the spring plowing.
The Lord had blessed even as He had taken away. Naomi was gone, and he had mourned her death for months. The sorrow still lingered along with a deep discontentment. Naomi would never come back, but there should be a frau in the house with breakfast prepared for him. His seventeen-year-old sister, Katherine, had taken over since Naomiâs passing, and she had handled the household duties with grace and joy in her heart. He was not ungrateful,