needles slowed as the shadow came and went across her face. âI donât know how they are going to make ends meet, but Papa promises it will be all right. With the Lordâs help.â
Joel closed the Book and set it on the table. He didnât want to do this, but the doctor was coming back the next morning, and Joel knew if he didnât say anything, the doctor might say it for him. âRuthie, I have some news of my own.â
She took one look at his face, and the needles stopped. âYouâve seen the doctor?â
Joel nodded and watched as her movements turned very deliberate. Carefully she folded up her knitting and settled it on the table by his Bible. When her hands were nestled in her lap, he explained. âHe says I have to stop doing so much.â
âThe same I have been saying, and more.â Her accent thickened as it always did when she was worried. âGlad I am he has said what needs saying.â
âHe wants me to stop doing everything.â There. It was finally out. Though just forming the words tore at him. âHe says itâs the only way.â
âDid he say . . .â She had to stop and swallow. âYour heart?â
He did not want to speak the words. He did not want to cause her more worry. Not now. Not ever. But the doctor was right. She had to know. âHe says itâs gotten worse.â
âThen this must we do,â Ruthie replied with forced firmness. âRest you must, and stop with the moving and cleaning and such as that.â
âBut thereâs so muchââ
âAnd so many who will help, and so much we shall turn over to God.â
He dropped his head. âI love the ministry so much.â
She reached over and took his hands with her own. âMy beloved husband, still you can give the best of what you have. Your words and your love of God, those are still yours to give.â She waited until he raised his gaze to meet her own. Love and concern and pride filled her eyes and shone from her face. âSpeak from the heart, my husband. Let other hands do the other work. Be happy with what still is ours.â
âAll right,â he agreed, loving her all the more.
âStay healthy and here with me,â Ruthie said, her eyes glistening. He saw her try for a smile. âI want our baby to know what a wonderful man is his papa.â
15Â
Abigail paced back and forth along the churchâs broad top step, thinking to herself that everything was finally going according to plan.
Kyle had put her off about actually attending a church service togetherâsheâd said something about a pastorâs visit that had upset her terribly. Abigail had not been able to gather much more from either Kenneth or Kyle. She only knew that time after time Kyle had postponed their coming, until finally this week she had agreed. Probably more to placate her than anything else, she realized.
The weather was splendid, a brilliant day with the temperature still crisp enough to require a winter coat. Abigail absently stroked her fur as she waited. The sunshine and bright blue sky showed the church at its best. It truly was an impressive building, all aged stone and large arches and tall mahogany doors. She smiled and waved as she spotted the two approaching. Yes, it really was just as she had imagined, with all her friends there to greet them and see Abigail enter with her fine young daughter and son-in-law. Just like she had always planned it.
But as she walked forward to embrace them, she wondered why she felt a sense of disquiet, as though the perfect day had suddenly sounded a distant but improper chord.
âHello, my dear. How are you today?â
âFine, thank you, Mother. You look lovely.â
Again there was that jarring discord. She held Kyle at armâs length, long enough to give her daughter a swift inspection. Kyle looked fine, impeccably dressed as usual these days, with every
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