The Amish Teacher's Dilemma and Healing Their Amish Hearts Patricia Davids (best self help books to read TXT) 📖

that he had made a huge mistake. He waited until she got a hold of herself. “This is the part where you tell me Maddie never mentioned I was looking for a wife who was a good cook, right?”

She broke into peals of laughter again but managed to shake her head. It wasn’t the first time in his life that he felt like a fool, but it was the first time he felt like laughing about it. He chuckled. “You are a pretty good cook.”

That set her off again and he was soon laughing with her. She wiped tears from her eyes. “I can see how it must have looked but I’m not angling for a husband with chicken and dumplings as bait,” she choked out.

“Your rolls were fine, but the dumplings were gummy.”

“They were not. I dare you to make better ones.” Her mirth subsided. “You poor fellow. Has this been on your mind all night?”

“You have no idea. I barely got any sleep trying to figure out how to let you down easily. I’m going to have to have a serious talk with Maddie.”

“She did tell me that you were a terrible cook and that Bubble believes you need a wife. I honestly made a batch of dumplings that was too large. I thought you and the kinder might enjoy them.”

“The children all but licked their plates.”

“I’m glad. Willis, I don’t intend to marry so rest easy. I may be an old maid all my days, but I intend to put the years Gott grants me to good use.”

He had a hard time believing she considered herself an old maid. He saw a mature, attractive woman who wasn’t afraid to speak her mind or laugh at herself. He admired that about her. Any man would.

She folded her hands primly in front of her white apron. “In the future please don’t hesitate to tell me if Maddie has shared something you aren’t sure about. I shall do the same. That way we won’t need to tiptoe around each other. Agreed?” She held out her hand.

He was more relieved than he could express. He took her hand. It fit as if it had been made for him to hold. “Agreed.”

“One more thing. If you can quietly spread the word that I’m not interested in marriage I would appreciate it.”

“If anyone asks, I’ll let you know before I send them on their way. You might change your mind if the right fellow comes along.”

Eva’s fingers were swallowed inside Willis’s large, calloused hand. She didn’t mind the roughness of his skin. It was proof that he worked hard. She drew away reluctantly. “I appreciate the sentiment, but there is no need to check with me. I am excited to begin my career as a teacher and as you know, Amish teachers cannot be married women.”

His nearness was doing funny things to her insides. He smelled of smoke and leather and something more that was uniquely him. She inhaled deeply and took a step back. “I do have work I need to get done. I’ve been going over the curriculum Samuel Yoder gave me. I have to say, seeing my duties laid out in black-and-white is daunting.”

“Any new job is.”

“You’re right. I remember how much I enjoyed school. I want all my students to have the same feeling of happiness at gaining knowledge that I had. Maddie said Otto hates school. I hope that isn’t the case.”

Willis looked down. “Not everyone enjoys school.”

His dry comment told her he was one of those. “You didn’t? Why not?”

He still didn’t look at her. “It doesn’t matter. It was years ago. I’ve got work to do and so do you.”

“You’re right. I won’t keep you from it any longer.” Eva left the coatroom wondering why a man as bright as Willis hadn’t enjoyed his school years. Maybe one day he would tell her but for now she had her own students to worry about. Willis left a short time later. The building felt oddly empty without him.

She sat at her desk and pored over her notes and lesson plans for each grade. The school board was thorough. She opened the enrollment forms and began to memorize the names of the students in each grade. If she knew the name, she wouldn’t have trouble putting a face to it when school started. Looking through them she noticed she didn’t have enrollment forms for Maddie, Otto or Harley. She would remind Willis the next time she saw him. She considered dropping by his home again that evening but decided against it. She had to draw a line between friendly and too friendly. Evening visits to his home were definitely out. Samuel Yoder would frown on that for sure and certain, but there was no reason why she couldn’t stop by the smithy while he was working.

A loud grumble from her stomach reminded her it was long past lunch. She slipped her paperwork into the desk drawer, stood, stretched with her hands pressed to the small of her back and then walked to the window. A middle-aged Amish matron and several younger women were all getting out of a buggy in front of Eva’s new house. Each of the young women had a baby in her arms. Eva rushed outside to meet them.

The women began unloading boxes from the backseat of the buggy. “Can I give you a hand?” Eva called out as she approached.

“Are you the new teacher?” the older woman asked.

“I am. I’m Eva Coblentz.

“Wunderbar. I’m Dinah Lapp. This is my daughter, Gemma Crump, and our neighbor, Bethany Shetler. Give her the kinder, girls, and let’s get this stuff inside.”

Gemma Crump deposited her baby in Eva’s arms. “This is Hope.”

The tiny girl with red hair gazed solemnly at Eva. “Hello, Hope.”

Gemma turned away to pull a large box from the back of the buggy and carry it inside.

Bethany stepped up to Eva. “This is my sohn, Eli.” She laid the babe in Eva’s free arm and