Abigail's New Hope (18 page)

“That’s better,” said Mr. Boudreau with a grin.

“Suppose you tell me who this perfectly accountable person is.” Nathan lifted a boot heel to the bottom step.

“Mrs. Abigail Graber, of course. That woman doesn’t possess a license to midwife in the state of Ohio. She’s had only hands-on training and maybe a few classes beyond her eighth-grade education. She had no business coming into your home and attempting to medically administer to your wife.”

“I called and asked her to come.” Nathan stared in the man’s watery blue eyes.

“Notwithstanding, your request doesn’t mitigate her actions. She’s culpable, Mr. Fisher, and liable in this situation. She broke the law.” Boudreau imbued his final four words with special emphasis.

“What would you have me do?”

“My law firm and I feel you are entitled to damages from Mrs. Graber to compensate you and your son for the loss of companionship of a wife and mother. This sum of money can be used to pay funeral expenses, medical bills for the baby, and future long-term childcare. That little boy no longer has a mother, and that’s just not right.” Boudreau’s voice lifted with indignation.

Nathan pulled on his beard. “So you wish to sue…am I following you right?”

“That is correct, sir. That Graber woman doesn’t have liability insurance like she should have had—we’ve already checked. But she and her husband do own a two-hundred-fifty acre farm that’s worth quite a bit of money in this market.”

Nathan held up a calloused palm to stem the tide of words he’d rather not hear. “And this ‘we’ you keep talking about—this office full of other lawyers—what would they get out of this?”

“Our standard legal contingency fee is one-third of monies received. Which means if we don’t get you anything, you don’t owe us a dime.”

His smile rubbed Nathan the wrong way. “And this money you think you can squeeze out of the Graber family—it’ll bring my wife back?” He leaned close enough to smell the man’s spicy aftershave.

“No, nothing will do that. But like I said, your son will have expensive needs now that he has no mother. You’re entitled to funds for your hardship too, the same as your boy.” He lowered his tone so it was soft and melodic.

Nathan stared a moment at an ant carrying a kernel of corn across the flower bed. Then he said, “I don’t want to take up any more of your time, so I’ll speak plainly. I don’t want the Graber farm. Amish folk don’t go around suing people, for one thing. And for another, Mrs. Graber tried her best with my wife—license or no. It’s not my place, or yours, to question the will of God.”

“Did you know Mrs. Garber injected your wife with medication? A drug that was illegal for her to possess?”

Nathan squinted from the sun’s glare, slanting over the roof. “If that’s true, that’s a matter for the law. That’s probably why she’s still in jail. But that’s not my concern. Now, I ask you to be on your way. I have chores to do.”

Mr. Boudreau tried to argue, to offer additional reasons, but Nathan lowered his head and stared at his dusty boots. After a moment, the lawyer strutted back to his car and left in a cloud of dust.

Attorneys and sums of money, illegal drugs and contingency fees… Nathan wished it would all just go away. If only he could close his eyes and when he awoke, his sweet Ruth would be there with a tray of corn bread fresh from the oven.

But she wasn’t coming back.

And nothing seemed to be able to pull him from the nightmare world that he was living in.

“Not like that, Jake!” Laura’s shrill voice rang out across the garden. “Aim the hose higher or you’ll knock the new cabbage plants from their holes.”

Catherine looked up from kneading bread dough and smiled. How Laura loved to mother-hen over her younger
bruder
. Just the way Abigail did over herself and Meghan. Once, when the three sisters had been peeling apples to run through the cider press, Catherine had upended the bowl of peels over Abby’s head in sheer frustration.

Those peels are too thick. Those peels are too thin
.

Abby’s admonishments rang in Catherine’s ears.
Mamm
had sent her to bed right after supper, but at the time it had been well worth it.

“The spray is still too strong, Jake. Aim the hose so the water falls down like rain, not like a blast from a fireman’s hose.”

Laura remembered the spring event last April when area volunteer fire departments staged a controlled burn on an abandoned house. Amish and English folk came from all over the county to witness the training session. Children and adults watched awestruck at how quickly a building burned to the ground.

“Now you’re wetting the side of the house,” she screeched. “Give me the hose. Let me show you how—”

Laura screamed and then started to wail as Jake turned the hose on her instead of the garden. Apparently the Graber siblings matched the Yost
schwestern
in temperament.

Catherine covered the dough ball with a damp towel so it would rise and walked outdoors. By the time she reached the
kinner
, they were rolling around in the wet grass while the hose writhed between them like an angry snake. “Laura! Jake! Stop that right now.” She hauled them up by their arms. They were drenched from head to toe. Laura’s
kapp
had fallen into a mud puddle. “Look at you two,” she scolded. “What’s this about?”

“I was only trying to teach him, Aunt Catherine, and he refuses to do it right.”

“She’s always bossin’ me!” Jake’s red face scowled with frustration. “She acts like she’s
mamm
, but she’s not.”

“What on earth?” Daniel’s voice thundered over Catherine’s shoulder. She flinched while the combatants shrank beneath her grip. “You two should be ashamed. If you don’t stop your squabbling, I’ll spank both of your backsides. Is that what you want?”

Catherine thought not, judging by the way they paled to the color of skim milk.

“Get in the house and put on dry clothes. And don’t give your Aunt Catherine any more trouble.”

The two ran for the house while she followed behind at a slower pace. She could have handled the crisis without Daniel’s intervention, but she held her tongue. After all, he was their father.

“I’ll get washed up for lunch, Catherine,” he called, heading to the pump house. Using the hand pump and old washtub kept much dirt out of the house. “After I eat, I’m driving to the grain elevator. I need more seed corn because some of mine has turned moldy. Give me a list if you want anything.”

She nodded in agreement and then went inside to fix lunch. After setting out a plate of sandwiches along with jars of pickled beets and chow-chow, she checked on the
kinner
before Daniel returned. They were in the bathroom. Jake sat on the closed commode, streaky faced but wearing clean clothes. Laura sat on the edge of the bathtub in a fresh dress with her head buried in her hands. She sobbed as though her young heart would break. Catherine perched beside her on the tub, snaking an arm around her shoulders. “There, there. It’s all over now. No one gets through childhood without an occasional scolding from their
daed
.”

Laura glanced up, her face awash in misery, and laid her head against Catherine’s side. “I wish
mamm
would come home. I miss her so much.” Her tears resumed with full force while Jake began to sniffle.

“Of course you do, and she misses you. I’ll check to see if you could visit her some time. Would you like that?”

Laura’s head snapped up. “
Jah
, I would so much! When can we visit her?” She dragged Jake into their embrace as though he were a rag doll. The boy climbed into Catherine’s lap.

“I will ask your father, but not right now. Let’s wait until he simmers down a tad.”

Laura thought for a moment, and then joy bloomed across her face. “After supper, while he eats pie with ice cream,” she said. “Ice cream always puts him in a good mood.”

“That’s an excellent idea, but now it’s time to eat, so dry your eyes.” Catherine stood, lifting the boy up to her hip. After wiping her face on a towel, Laura grasped Catherine’s hand and the three walked from the room with renewed composure.

Daniel sat distributing sandwiches between the lunch plates. “I wondered where you had gone.” He glanced from one to the other. “Everyone in clean clothes?”

Three heads nodded while Catherine settled Jake on his chair. Laura sat and bowed her
kapp
less head. After prayers they ate turkey-and-tomato sandwiches, but no one faster than Daniel.

“Is your list ready?” he asked, taking another spoonful of beets.

“
Jah
, it’s by the door.” She hoped he wouldn’t mind buying her favorite strawberry shampoo. The Graber house brand left her hair a mass of tangles.

Daniel wrapped his second sandwich in plastic for the drive. “I’d better take off if I want to get home by supper. Feed them at six if I’m not back yet.” He picked up her list on his way out.

For some reason, Catherine breathed easier once her brother-in-law left for his errands. Though his tirade hadn’t been directed at her, she’d been as nervous at the table as Laura.

When his buggy pulled onto the roadway, she turned to her niece. “What do you say we deliver lunch to your cousin instead of letting it sit on the back porch? We could see how he’s spending this fine summer day.”

Laura clapped her hands. “Can we go to his cabin? We haven’t been there since last fall.” She jumped up and down for the second time within an hour.

“I don’t see why not. But remember, he might not be there. Maybe your father gave him work to do while he went to town.” Catherine fixed Isaiah’s sandwiches and packed the small cooler with soda, fruit, and oatmeal cookies.

“No,
daed
doesn’t like Isaiah to work with equipment alone. He might get hurt.”

“He could be up in the hills cutting firewood.”

Laura smirked at her aunt. “Not in the middle of summer. That’s autumn work.”

“In that case, let’s be off.” As Catherine put extra water in the cooler, anticipation began to build in her veins. “I wonder which one of you can reach the back path first,” she said, closing the door behind her.

She hurried to keep up as the siblings bolted through the grass like jackrabbits. They barely slowed their pace as the trail wound through the apple orchard. “Hold up there. Let’s rest a minute.” Catherine leaned against a tree trunk to catch her breath.

Laura pulled down a low branch to sniff the dead blossoms. “Don’t expect Isaiah to talk much, Aunt Catherine, because he doesn’t.”

“All right. What else can you tell me?” Her heart pounded more than exertion warranted.

Laura released the tree branch and pulled buttercups up by the roots. “When he does try to talk, he sounds real funny, so don’t be surprised.”

Catherine knew as much, yet she yearned to hear anything the child had to say. “Why do you suppose that is?”

Laura chewed on a weed for insight. “
Daed
said he never heard how words should sound, so he can’t say the ones he knows, and he doesn’t know many because he didn’t go to school much.”

“Because the teacher didn’t know how to help him?” Catherine started walking along the path.

That explanation did not make sense to a six-year-old. “No. A couple of boys laughed at him, so he stopped going. Isaiah doesn’t like people laughing at him.” Jake tripped but Laura pulled him upright before Catherine could intervene. “Even if something looks funny, like Jake or a squirrel in the yard, remember not to laugh, okay?”

Catherine smiled down on a child who possessed the sage wisdom of an elder. “I promise to keep that in mind.” As the trail entered the briar thicket, bees and insects buzzed around their heads. Catherine picked up Jake so he wouldn’t get scratched or stung.