The Imposter
© 2015 by Suzanne Woods Fisher
Published by Revell
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Whenever You Come Around
To those 2 a.m. pastors,
for all you do as Keepers of the Faith
David Stoltzfus
âin his early 40s, widowed minister, father to five children: Katrina, Jesse, Ruthie, Molly, Lydie, and Emily. Owner of the Bent N' Dent store in Stoney Ridge
Katrina Stoltzfus
â19 years old, oldest daughter in the family
Jesse Stoltzfus
â16 years old, oldest son
Ruthie Stoltzfus
â14 years old, in the eighth grade
Molly Stoltzfus
âage 11
Lydie and Emily Stoltzfus
â8-year-old twins
Freeman Glick
âin his 50s, bishop of Stoney Ridge
Levi Glick
âlate 40s, minister of Stoney Ridge
Birdy Glick
â32, only sister to Freeman Glick
Thelma Beiler
â(touchy about her age), elderly widow to former bishop, Elmo Stoltzfus; runs a farm called Moss Hill
Andy Miller
â20-something, farmhand for Thelma Beiler on Moss Hill
Hank Lapp
â60ish, uncle to Amos Lapp of Windmill Farm; runs a buggy repair shop; made his first appearance in
The Keeper
Fern Lapp
â50ish, wife to Amos Lapp of Windmill Farm; arrived in Stoney Ridge in
The Keeper
Surprises come in two shapesâgood and bad. This one, though, felt indeterminate.
David Stoltzfus awoke in the middle of the night with a clear prompting in his heart: leave what was familiar and comfortable and go forth into the wilderness. He had developed a listening ear to God's promptings over the years and knew not to ignore them. God who had spoken, David believed with his whole heart, still speaks.
But where was this wilderness?
A week passed. David searched Scripture, prayed, spoke to a few trusted friends, and still the prompting remained. Grew stronger. A month passed. David's daily prayer was the same:
Where is the wilderness
,
Lord? Where will you send
me?
Another month passed. Nothing.
And then David received a letter from a bishopâsomeone he had known over the yearsâin a little town in Lancaster County, inviting him to come alongside to serve the church.
Go
, came the prompting, loud and clear.
So David packed up his home, sold his bulk store business, and moved his family to the wilderness, which, for him, meant Stoney Ridge, Pennsylvania.
As the first few months passed, it seemed puzzling to David to think that God would consider Stoney Ridge as a wilderness, albeit metaphorically. The bishop, Elmo Beiler, had welcomed him in as an additional minister, had encouraged him to preach the word of God from his heart. It was a charming town and he had been warmly embraced. A wilderness? Hardly that. More like the Garden of Eden. When he casually remarked as much to Elmo, the old bishop gave him an unreadable look. “There is no such thing, David.” Elmo didn't expand on the thought, and David chalked it up to a warning of pride.
No place was perfect, he knew that, but the new life of the Stoltzfus family was taking shape. His children were starting to settle in. They were a family still adapting to the loss of Anna, David's wife, but they weren't stuck, not like they had been. It was a fresh start, and everything was going about as well as David could expect.
Then, during a church service, Elmo suffered a major heart attack. In a dramatic fashion for a man who was not at all dramatic, Elmo grabbed David's shirt and whispered, “Beware, David. A snake is in the garden.”
Later that evening, Elmo passed away.
Two weeks later, Freeman Glick, the other minister who had served alongside David, drew the lot to become the new bishop, his brother Levi drew the lot to replace him as minister, and in the space of one month, the little Amish church of Stoney Ridge was an altogether different place.
Almost overnight, David sensed the wilderness had arrived.
When Hank Lapp burst through the door of the Bent N' Dent in Stoney Ridge, Katrina Stoltzfus whirled around from stocking the shelves to see what was wrong. He'd lost his hat and his white hair was poking out in every direction, like a dandelion puff. His dog was right on his heels, barking like he was chasing a bear.
“What in the world, Hank?”
“Candidates! I've got candidates!” He waved a fistful of envelopes in the air. “From the letter I wrote in the
Budget
.”
“About . . .”
“Your father! Needing a bride! I think we've got some suitable options.”
Katrina stared at him while the words sank in. “No!” The word came out sharper than she intended, so she softened it a bit. “Hank,” she said, “what have you done?”
Bethany Schrock, her best friend and best employee, walked over from behind the front counter, a horrified look on her face.
“How many times have I been in this very store and heard
you girls talk about how much David Stoltzfus needed a wife? So I got to thinking, âNow, Hank, what was it you done to get Amos a wife?' I couldn't remember, not 'til I was halfway home. Then it hit me, like a brick from heaven dropped on my head! For Amos, I put a letter in the
Budget
and next thing you knew, Fern showed up at the door and married him.”
“Please, please, please don't tell me you advertised for a wife for David in the
Budget
,” Bethany said in a slow, shocked voice.
“Not an advertisement, exactly. More like a gentle appeal.” He pulled out the newspaper from the back of his coat and pointed to it.
CALLING ALL SINGLE LADIES EAGER TO LAND A MAN! THE MINISTER OF STONEY RIDGE IS IN DESPERATE NEED OF A WIFE AND A MOTHER TO HIS SIX REDHEADED CHILDREN. PLUS, HE'S A REAL NICE GUY. SEND A LIST OF YOUR QUALIFICATIONS TO HANK LAPP.
He jabbed his finger at the quote that wrapped up his scribe letter. “Look at that. âFrom an old maid you get a faithful wife.' I thought that was an especially fine touch. Just to be sure I got the point across.”
Katrina felt sick to her stomach, an uneasiness she couldn't place. “Oh, Hank. Dad is not going to be happy about this.”
“Well, neither was Amos. But Fern was the best thing that ever happened to him. She tells him so every morning.”
A heavy, awkward silence covered the room. Hank looked from Katrina to Bethany. “You both said he needed a wife. Just a few weeks ago, I heard you both say so, standing right
in this very spot. Birdy was here too, and she agreed wholeheartedly. Now, what's so wrong about doing something about it?”
Bethany put her hands on her hips. “It seems like David should do the choosing of a wife.”
“He can do all the choosing he wants to do!” Hank said, hurt. “Plenty to choose from. All I did was let the ladies know that he was interested.”
And that was the problem, right there, Katrina thought. Her father wasn't interested in getting remarried. She watched Hank try to jam the letters into his coat pocket, only to miss his pocket so that the bundle of letters scattered on the ground. She felt a twinge of guilt as she watched his happiness evaporate. The more he picked up, the more fell out of his coat. He had become a clumsy bundle of anxiety.
And that made her think of her father, the number one anxiety in her life at the momentâno, scratch that. Definitely the number two anxiety in her life, if she allowed herself to think of her boyfriend, John, which she tried not to do but couldn't help herself.
John
. The thought of his name sent a sharp pain through her ribs, an invisible dagger into her heart. She refused to believe it was truly over between her and John. Surely he would come to his senses soon. They were supposed to be forever.
Her father stronglyâstrongly!âdisapproved of John, for all kinds of reasons that Katrina thought were unfair and biased. After the accident that took the life of her mother and nearly took hers too, her father had become ridiculously overprotective. Katrina had worried him to pieces in the hospital.
She knew her behavior lately was spiking his concern that she was still suffering effects from the accident. She'd been
quieter than usual and kept to herself as much as she could. He suggested, more than once, that she see a doctor. But what could a doctor do to mend a broken heart? And fix dreams that had turned to dust?
Hank cleared his throat, pulling her back to the matter at hand. Katrina placed her fingers on her templesâa headache was threatening. “
What
were you thinking? When I said that I hoped my father would find someone, I didn't mean to imply that it was our business to do something about it.”
That wasn't entirely true. Katrina was doing something on her ownâshe had made a list of every eligible female over the age of forty in Stoney Ridge who bore some resemblance to her mother, either in some physical attribute or in personality. And she was systematically inviting each woman over to dinner. Two, so far. Two disastrous dinners in which her father never even showed upâthough, to be fair, his untimely absence was through no fault of his own. His work as a minister meant he was often called away from home at unusual hours. When all was said and done, Katrina decided it was not such a bad thing to have a test to weed out those women who might not have the patience or endurance to be a minister's wife. After all, interruptions were part and parcel of the calling.
The only sound in the store was the crackle of the letters as Hank stuffed them into his coat pocket. “That's the trouble with the world today. All talk, no action.” Insulted, Hank spun around, muttering about women and their lack of understanding.
Katrina hadn't meant to hurt his tender pride. “Wait! Wait, Hank. I'm sorry. You just surprised me, that's all.” When he slowed to turn around, she tried to feign interest and ignore
the queasy feeling that rose up in her stomach again. “Did you read the letters? Any possibilities?”
Hank patted his pockets. “Fourteen women, all sensing a divine calling to move to Stoney Ridge, all eager to meet the widowed minister David Stoltzfus.”
Honestly, that is exactly what Katrina hoped might happen. Her father needed to find someone. He hovered over her like a worried hen, objecting to any activity that might bring risk with it. He was getting worse too. Lately, he insisted on dropping Katrina off at the Bent N' Dent as if she were nine and not nineteen. She was starting to suffocate under her father's watchful concern. “Maybe . . . we should take a look at some of those letters.”
Hank lit up. “Now you're talking!” He grabbed the letters from his coat and plunked them on the counter. “I like most of them. But skip that one.” He pointed to a pink envelope rimmed with flowers. “That's from a lady who loves cats. Has over twenty of them.”
“Katrina,” Bethany frowned at her.
Katrina set the pink envelope aside, but picked up a blue one. “Look at the bright side, Bethany. One of those women might be the right wife for my father.”
“The bright side isn't always the right side.”
“Don't sound so sour on true love, Bethany,” Hank said. “You might give Jimmy Fisher another chance.”
The on-again, off-again romance of Bethany Schrock and Jimmy Fisher was a source of great interest to everyone in Stoney Ridge. Katrina's brother, Jesse, held bets on who would be the first to break up. Bethany and Jimmy would teeter toward matrimony, only to have one or the other pull back as if getting too close to a fire.
“Ha!” Bethany rolled her eyes. “You know how unreliable he is.”
“That I do,” Hank said happily.
At that moment, Jimmy Fisher materialized out of nowhere. “Who's unreliable?” he said, holding the door open.
“You,” Bethany said. “You've never had a plan that lasts longer than five minutes.”
“Not true!” Jimmy turned to Hank. “Want to go fishing this afternoon?”
Katrina and Bethany exchanged amazed glances.
“Where've you been, Jimmy Fisher?” Bethany asked, scowling. “I haven't seen you in over a week.”
Jimmy grinned and closed the door behind him. “She can't do with me and she can't do without me.”
“Oh, I can do without you just fine,” Bethany said. Lately, she was the one full of doubts about Jimmy as suitable husband material. “I'm going to the storeroom to unpack some boxes.”
Jimmy watched her go, then leaned his elbows onto the countertop. “She can simmer up faster than a teapot on a hot stove.” He gave Katrina his most charming grin. “But I have learned to weather it.”
Katrina lowered her voice. “She thinks you're suffering from a temporary case of permanent immaturity.”
“Katrina!” came her voice from the storeroom. “I told you that information in private.”
Katrina shrugged. “But she tells that to everyone. She says so all the time.” She pulled out a box of ground cuminâfilled containers and weighed them to mark their price. The strong smell of the cumin made her stomach twist. Was cumin always this strong? Or was this a particularly pungent batch?
“I wish people would say what they mean and mean what they say.” John, for example.
There I go,
thinking of him again!
She put the cumin container back in the box. That overly aromatic chore could wait until tomorrow.
“Which reminds me,” Jimmy said. “Katrina, your dad said to ask Bethany to close up so you could leave early. Your brother just got home.”
“Jesse?” Katrina said. “My brother is . . . home?”
“I gave him a ride from town in my own buggy,” Jimmy said. “Dropped him off a few minutes ago. That's why I'm here. Your dad sent me to tell you. The prodigal has returned!”
“I need to get home.” Her thoughts jumbled together like tangled yarn in a basket. Jesse was home! Finally, she could stop being her father's favorite child and let Jesse have a turn at it. “Would you mind asking Bethany to lock up? I need to get home.”
“What about these letters?” Hank roared.
Katrina reached out both hands and scooped up the letters from the countertop, all but the pink envelope from the cat lady. She hurried to the door. Over her shoulder she shouted, “I'll handle it from here, Hank.”
Being the most favorite child of David Stoltzfus had been both a gift and a burden to bear for Jesse. It was hard enough to be the only son among five daughters, but added to that was his father's constant attention and concern and worry . . . well, it meant quite a lot of attention was focused on him. Happily, he loved being the center of attention.
Most of the time. He thought back to the stricken look
on Katrina's face last night when he told her the news that her ex-boyfriend, John, was getting married. His dad had been right about John, all along. He wasn't a keeper, his dad had said.
“Is that really true?” Katrina's voice was thin and wobbly, but she kept her gaze fixed on him. “You're not just making that up so I'll stop pining for him?”
“It's true,” Jesse had said. It pained him to be the bearer of that news, dreaded his sister's reaction, but he was impressed with how stoically she was handling the shock. Maybe she wasn't as head over heels in love with John as she had seemed for the last year.
Later that night, Jesse stopped by Katrina's door and heard her sobbing as if her heart had shattered. It actually hurt to hear her cry.
Unrequited love. It was a predicament he hoped he would never face.
This morning, as soon as Jesse heard the kitchen door slam shut behind his twin sisters, and he knew his father had left to take the girls to school, he jumped out of bed to take a shower. He borrowed Katrina's best lavender soap and hoped she wouldn't mind. He had never smelled better, never looked more handsome, as he sauntered across the street to pay a call on a special someone at the Inn at Eagle Hill.
He knocked tentatively on the door to the farmhouse, hoping that the bad-tempered grandmother of Eagle Hill wasn't hovering nearby.
