Hidden (Amish Romance Mystery) (Amish Secret Widows' Society Book 2) by Samantha Price
Authors: Samantha Price
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wrong path thinking that Frank or his father had stolen some paintings. Now, I’ll have to back track and pick up the trail again.”
Silvie rose to her feet. “I hope you come back, but for now, it would be better if you left.”
“I understand.” Bailey stood up, walked toward the door and then turned around. “I’ll always be thinking of you, Silvie.”
“Don’t say anything, Bailey. Just go.” Silvie turned her back until she heard Bailey shut her front door. She turned around to check that he had gone then all strength left her legs and she sank to the floor. As tears came to her eyes, she knew that her mudder was right about love. It was all too hatt, and she was better off without it. Why hadn’t she listened to her mudder ?
Chapter 12.
For if a man know not how to rule his own house,
how shall he take care of the church of God?
1 Timothy 3:5
As the widows sat around munching cookies, Maureen said, “I knew Bob wouldn’t have been involved in anything bad. Besides, he didn’t even need the money that Frank left him.”
“ Jah , he seems to be doing quite well for himself,” Emma said.
Silvie and Ettie giggled.
“What are you two laughing at?” Maureen asked.
“We think you’re growing fond of Bob,” Ettie said.
“I’ve found out this week that there’s more to Bob than we know. Just because he’s quiet and doesn’t speak to anyone people think that he’s simple. He’s not simple; it’s just that when he doesn’t have anything to say, he doesn’t speak.”
Elsa-May said, “I know a few people who could learn from him.”
The widows laughed. They all knew a few folk in the community who liked to gossip a little too much.
Maureen said, “What about you, Silvie? What about Bailey?”
Silvie shrugged her shoulders. “I haven’t heard from him.”
Maureen put her hand on Silvie’s shoulder. “ Ach , it’s only been a week, Silvie. I’m sure you’ll hear from him. I know he likes you.”
Silvie clenched her jaw. “Love’s too much pain. I’m better off without it.”
“Nonsense,” Elsa-May said in her usual booming voice. “Love is precious and if you find it, you need to treasure it. It’s just like a plant; starts with the seed, you cover it with the warm earth, water it and look after it.”
Emma thought on Elsa-May’s words. Maybe listening to Wil prattle on about his silly inventions would be the same as watering the seed. Emma knew she showed her love by cooking the things that he liked, but maybe she could do other things like listen to him and pay attention when he spoke on things that mattered to him.
“What do you mean, Elsa-May?” Silvie said, “I’m hardly in a position to do anything. I just have to wait until he comes back to the community – if he ever comes back.”
“Silvie’s right, Elsa-May. She just has to wait and if he comes back, he does, and if he doesn’t, then it was never meant to be and she has to forget him,” Maureen said.
“Nonsense,” Elsa-May said. “I think Silvie should pay the man a little visit. Remind him what he’s missing.”
Silvie’s hand flew to her mouth. “Really? Do you really think I should visit him?”
“Why not? I would,” Elsa-May said.
Silvie swung around to face Emma. “What do you think, Emma?”
Emma wished she hadn’t been put on the spot. If she agreed with Elsa-May and things went wrong, Silvie might blame her. On the other hand, things could go well and Bailey might come back and join the community. “I can’t say. I’m sorry, Silvie. You just have to listen to your heart. Maybe forget all those things your mudder told you about love; she sounds as though she was a very unhappy woman.”
“What do you say, Maureen?” Silvie asked.
“I think you should pray about it, then listen to Gott’s promptings in your heart. It’s your decision.”
“ Nee , I’m totally against you going out and throwing yourself at the mann ,” Ettie said with unusual
Silvie rose to her feet. “I hope you come back, but for now, it would be better if you left.”
“I understand.” Bailey stood up, walked toward the door and then turned around. “I’ll always be thinking of you, Silvie.”
“Don’t say anything, Bailey. Just go.” Silvie turned her back until she heard Bailey shut her front door. She turned around to check that he had gone then all strength left her legs and she sank to the floor. As tears came to her eyes, she knew that her mudder was right about love. It was all too hatt, and she was better off without it. Why hadn’t she listened to her mudder ?
Chapter 12.
For if a man know not how to rule his own house,
how shall he take care of the church of God?
1 Timothy 3:5
As the widows sat around munching cookies, Maureen said, “I knew Bob wouldn’t have been involved in anything bad. Besides, he didn’t even need the money that Frank left him.”
“ Jah , he seems to be doing quite well for himself,” Emma said.
Silvie and Ettie giggled.
“What are you two laughing at?” Maureen asked.
“We think you’re growing fond of Bob,” Ettie said.
“I’ve found out this week that there’s more to Bob than we know. Just because he’s quiet and doesn’t speak to anyone people think that he’s simple. He’s not simple; it’s just that when he doesn’t have anything to say, he doesn’t speak.”
Elsa-May said, “I know a few people who could learn from him.”
The widows laughed. They all knew a few folk in the community who liked to gossip a little too much.
Maureen said, “What about you, Silvie? What about Bailey?”
Silvie shrugged her shoulders. “I haven’t heard from him.”
Maureen put her hand on Silvie’s shoulder. “ Ach , it’s only been a week, Silvie. I’m sure you’ll hear from him. I know he likes you.”
Silvie clenched her jaw. “Love’s too much pain. I’m better off without it.”
“Nonsense,” Elsa-May said in her usual booming voice. “Love is precious and if you find it, you need to treasure it. It’s just like a plant; starts with the seed, you cover it with the warm earth, water it and look after it.”
Emma thought on Elsa-May’s words. Maybe listening to Wil prattle on about his silly inventions would be the same as watering the seed. Emma knew she showed her love by cooking the things that he liked, but maybe she could do other things like listen to him and pay attention when he spoke on things that mattered to him.
“What do you mean, Elsa-May?” Silvie said, “I’m hardly in a position to do anything. I just have to wait until he comes back to the community – if he ever comes back.”
“Silvie’s right, Elsa-May. She just has to wait and if he comes back, he does, and if he doesn’t, then it was never meant to be and she has to forget him,” Maureen said.
“Nonsense,” Elsa-May said. “I think Silvie should pay the man a little visit. Remind him what he’s missing.”
Silvie’s hand flew to her mouth. “Really? Do you really think I should visit him?”
“Why not? I would,” Elsa-May said.
Silvie swung around to face Emma. “What do you think, Emma?”
Emma wished she hadn’t been put on the spot. If she agreed with Elsa-May and things went wrong, Silvie might blame her. On the other hand, things could go well and Bailey might come back and join the community. “I can’t say. I’m sorry, Silvie. You just have to listen to your heart. Maybe forget all those things your mudder told you about love; she sounds as though she was a very unhappy woman.”
“What do you say, Maureen?” Silvie asked.
“I think you should pray about it, then listen to Gott’s promptings in your heart. It’s your decision.”
“ Nee , I’m totally against you going out and throwing yourself at the mann ,” Ettie said with unusual
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