Amish Weddings Read online

  © 2017 by Leslie Gould

  Published by Bethany House Publishers

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  ISBN 978-1-4412-6933-1

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Author represented by MacGregor Literary, Inc.

  For Col. Larrie Noble (retired), who has cared for those in the military and their families for over four decades—as a soldier, as a nurse, and as a civilian.

  She has been an absolute angel to so many, including me and mine.

  Thank you, dear friend, for all that you’ve done for us.

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  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Books by Leslie Gould

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  1

  September 2015

  Rose Lehman sat on a bench toward the back of the Bylers’ large shed, halfway listening to the sermon as she resigned herself to the upcoming announcement. Just the thought of what was ahead made her grateful, again, that Bishop Gideon Byler and his wife had hosted the day’s church service.

  It was always an ordeal for the Lehman family to take their turn, with their small barn and house. At the Bylers’, the meal could be served in their large airy home that seated the entire congregation. And their shed easily housed the service, with room to spare.

  Rose shifted on the bench a little, as her thoughts wandered to Reuben Byler. He didn’t live with his Dat and stepmom—no, he had his own house next to the lumberyard he managed. True, the house needed some work. New paint, inside and out. And new furniture. But Reuben had the means to provide all of that and more.

  And he wanted to marry her. They just needed to set the date.

  The minister sat down, interrupting Rose’s thoughts, and Bishop Byler stood. The time had come.

  “We have a Hochzeit to announce,” he said.

  Rose’s youngest sister, Trudy, jabbed an elbow into Rose’s side and smiled. Jah, today was the day.

  The Bishop’s voice grew louder. “Zane Beck and Lila Lehman will be married on October seventeenth.” The date was only a month away. Rose sighed. For a time, she had been sure she’d marry before her older sister. That wouldn’t happen now.

  Lila and Zane’s upcoming wedding was the reason Bishop Byler and his wife, Monika, had agreed to host the service. The Lehmans were working frantically to get everything ready for the wedding, although Dat wasn’t doing as much as Lila wished he would, such as finishing the basement in case of rain. Rose hoped he’d be more cooperative when it was her turn to marry, which she still expected would be soon.

  “Join me as we ask for God’s blessing on this couple,” Bishop Byler said. “And that we’ll all do what we can to support them.”

  Lila sat a few rows ahead with her head bowed. Zane was probably in the back of the men’s side, possibly late because he couldn’t control his new horse. Watching him drive a buggy was a laugh. He tried so hard to be Amish, really. Yet it was so obvious he was a newcomer.

  Rose knew there were some in the district who were suspicious of Zane, saying he’d only joined the church to marry Lila. Rose couldn’t quite imagine him living the Plain way for the rest of his life, not after being in the Army for four years. And especially not after he’d owned a big pickup truck. That, in contrast to his horse and buggy, he could handle with ease.

  If he left someday, Lila would have to go with him.

  As Bishop Byler prayed, Rose snuck a look at Reuben, who sat in the middle on the men’s side. With his head bowed, his brown hair fell across his forehead. He was older than she was by eight years, but that didn’t seem to bother him. It certainly didn’t bother her. No, if anything it made him a better catch.

  When she turned sixteen, she’d planned to have a Rumschpringe time, as her brothers did. She’d imagined getting to know a new group of Youngie, becoming a part of a gang who partied together. She’d planned on such antics, even with Dat watching her like a hawk.

  But then Lila broke up with Reuben, and everything changed for Rose. She’d set her sights on Reuben and had never looked back.

  She had no desire to run with other Youngie and soon joined the church. She’d worked at becoming less selfish and more aware of the needs of others. Her relationship with her sisters and Dat improved too. Jah, Reuben had been a positive influence on her. She was one hundred percent certain he was the man for her to marry.

  The prayer ended, and Trudy grabbed Rose’s hand. “Let’s go help Monika,” she said, dragging Rose to her feet, toward the door, and out into the bright September sunshine. Trudy was blond like Lila, while Rose had dark hair.

  Members of the district were already greeting the soon-to-be groom. Rose still couldn’t get used to Zane with a blunt haircut and wearing a white shirt and suspenders. On the outside it seemed he’d embraced the Amish lifestyle, and he did have the advantage of being able to understand and speak Pennsylvania Dutch. But only time would tell if he could truly become part of their community.

  Lila stepped to Zane’s side, and their eyes met as a sweet look passed between them. Rose was happy for her sister—she truly was. She just hoped her wedding didn’t interfere too much with Rose’s own plans.

  Dat stood off in the distance, with a pained expression on his face and his massive arms crossed over his chest. He’d had his own problems lately, issues that Bishop Byler was trying to deal with. Rose followed to where Dat’s eyes were focused.

  She wasn’t surprised he was watching Beth Yoder, Trudy’s teacher. The woman had gray hair and was a little plump, but by the expression on Dat’s face you would think she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Unfortunately she had a husband. One who had divorced her years ago, but in the eyes of the church they were still married.

  It had bothered Reuben that his father hadn’t put an end to the friendship, but Rose believed it was mostly harmless and hated to see it end, because Dat’s friendship with Beth had brought a sense of
calm to the Lehman household.

  That didn’t matter though—Dat and Beth’s relationship was against the Ordnung, the unwritten rules Plain people followed. Someone must have said something to the bishop, because Dat and Beth had started avoiding each other a couple of weeks ago.

  “Dat,” Rose called out as she passed by.

  He blinked, as if confused, and then finally turned toward her.

  “Bishop Byler needs help with the benches.” The men would carry them into the house.

  Dat nodded and started his slow lumber back toward the shed.

  Trudy tugged on Rose’s hand, and the two continued walking, past the oak tree where Daniel, Lila’s twin, stood with his wife, Jenny. She was Monika’s youngest daughter, the bishop’s stepdaughter, and Reuben’s stepsister. Jenny was pregnant and due soon after Lila’s wedding, which meant she wouldn’t be much help.

  As they headed up the back stairs to the kitchen, someone called out Rose’s name. She turned. It was Reuben. Rose smiled and waved and then said to Trudy, “Go on ahead. I’ll be right there.”

  She hurried back down the steps and then pointed away from the crowd, toward the garden. On the other side was the Dawdi Haus where Zane had lived for the last year. Bishop Byler thought he’d have a better chance of success as an Amish man if he lived on the same property as a Plain couple instead of with his Englisch family.

  Reuben met Rose by the pumpkins. He held his black hat in his hands. He didn’t have the presence his father did, but he was honest, loyal, and trustworthy. And well established. Rose had decided a couple of years ago that he was the best catch in the county, and no other boy had tempted her to change her mind.

  After they greeted each other, Reuben asked, “How long have you known about Lila and Zane’s plan?”

  “Lila told me last Sunday night, after you dropped me off.”

  “Oh. I thought she would have given you more notice.”

  Rose shrugged. “You know Lila. She keeps things to herself.”

  Reuben nodded. He looked disappointed, just as Rose had been when she found out. He ran his hand through his hair. “Could I give you a ride home this afternoon?”

  “I’d like that.” Rose wrapped her finger around the tie of her Kapp.

  He smiled at her, his hazel eyes kind. “Gut. I’ll see you then.” He stepped away, waved, and headed back to the group gathered around Lila and Zane.

  Rose stayed by the garden. Reuben greeted Zane first, shaking his hand. Then he said something to Lila, and she smiled. Rose crossed her arms. Her sister and Reuben had courted for years. Everyone in the district had been certain they’d marry, but then Lila broke things off with him.

  The gossip in the district was that she’d left him for Zane, and that was how Rose usually remembered it too. But if she was honest, she had to acknowledge that Lila broke things off with Reuben months before she and Zane began courting—though Lila and Zane clearly cared about each other during that time. In fact, there was no doubt they loved each other and had since childhood, but Lila had done her best to ignore her feelings for Zane for years.

  “Rose!” She turned toward the porch. Trudy stood with one hand on her hip. “Come on!”

  Rose waved at her little sister and then gave Reuben one last glance. He turned toward her and smiled. Her heart fluttered. She wished he’d had his eyes on her all those years, but that couldn’t be helped. He was interested in her now—that was all that mattered.

  She smiled back at him and then turned quickly. Trudy watched her from the porch, but she was sure that Reuben had his eyes on her too. She was used to that. Men—both Amish and Englisch—often watched her. For many years it had given her the idea that she was special, even though she knew it was a dangerous thought. No one was more special than anyone else. Still, she couldn’t help noticing that men thought her special. And knowing that Reuben did too gave her a thrill. Perhaps today would be the day he’d bring up a wedding date.

  Beth helped Rose dry the dishes, while Lila washed them and Monika put away the food. The conversation was stilted at first as everyone avoided any mention of Dat, but then Beth asked Lila how the wedding plans were coming along. Before Lila could answer, Monika said that their Mamm would be so happy about the upcoming wedding. Everyone paused for a moment.

  Rose couldn’t remember their Mamm very well, although it seemed she should be able to. Rose had been seven when she died. She did remember the funeral, mostly because Lila wouldn’t stop crying. Rose always felt as if their Mamm “belonged” to Lila. Maybe because everyone said Lila looked like their Mamm or because Lila wasn’t Dat’s biological child and that seemed to make her entirely Mamm’s. Not that anyone ever mentioned Lila and Daniel’s biological father. No one even acknowledged he existed.

  Rose clearly remembered when the Becks moved to Juneberry Lane, however. She’d been fascinated with them. But then Lila ended up being closer to the Becks than Rose, and soon she felt as if they “belonged” to Lila too. It was as if Lila ended up owning everyone.

  But Reuben’s family would belong to Rose. Bishop Byler and Monika. Reuben’s brothers, sister, and stepsisters. It was a big happy family, and Rose knew they were all hoping she and Reuben would marry soon.

  Rose wiped her hands on her apron and smiled at Reuben as he carted a table out of the room with Daniel’s help. He smiled back, and Zane gave him a playful nudge with his elbow.

  As they finished the dishes, Monika offered Lila a gallon jar of bean soup and a plastic container of peanut butter spread to take home. “I know you won’t have much time to cook this week, considering you’ll need to deliver your wedding invitations.”

  “Denki,” Lila said.

  Rose was grateful too. Since their Mamm had died it seemed they were always receiving help from someone—usually Monika or their Aenti, Eve, or Zane’s mother, Shani, who lived up the lane.

  “Ready?” Reuben asked as Rose hung up the dish towel.

  “Jah.” She dried her hands on her apron and followed him out the door. He already had his horse hitched to his buggy. Some of the young men bought a courting buggy, but Reuben’s was a practical family-style design. And his horse was slow.

  Behind him, Dat had his buggy ready to go and also Beth’s. The sight of the separate buggies stabbed at Rose’s heart for just a moment. She was afraid Dat had accidentally fallen in love with Beth, if such a thing were possible. She was sure he hadn’t intended to.

  Reuben helped her into his buggy and stepped around to his side as Zane zipped by in his buggy, frantically pulling it to a stop. Lila came down the back steps of Monika’s house, laughing. Rose admired her sister’s courage.

  Rose watched the Youngie playing volleyball on the plush lawn of the side yard as she and Reuben passed by. The girls were all barefoot, the ties of their Kappa blowing in the breeze along with the skirts of their dresses. Everyone appeared to be having fun. A year ago, Rose would have been in the middle of the action.

  She smiled at Reuben, but he was concentrating on staying on his side of the narrow lane as a car zoomed by on the other.

  Rose shaded her eyes from the autumn sun as Reuben turned onto the highway. His horse clip-clopped along at a slow pace. Ahead, in a grove of trees, the first of the fall leaves had started to change color. A herd of cows grazed in an emerald field. Rows and rows of golden cornstalks swayed in the breeze. Surely there was nowhere in the world as beautiful as Lancaster County.

  Rose leaned back against the seat, enjoying the lull before the craziness of putting on Lila’s wedding overwhelmed them all. The only thing that would make the day better would be if she and Reuben talked about a date for their wedding. True, they couldn’t marry as soon as she’d hoped, thanks to Lila. But they only needed to wait a month or two. She scooted closer to Reuben. He smiled but didn’t turn toward her. A few times in the last couple of months, she was sure he was going to kiss her—and then he didn’t. She was getting tired of waiting.

  She cleared her throat and said,
“What are you thinking about?”

  He smiled again, just a little, and said, “The order I need to finish up tomorrow. It’s for an Englisch man—actually, the county sheriff. He hopes to get a fence and deck done before the weather turns.”

  “Oh.” Rose didn’t know much about Reuben’s job, even though Dat had worked part time at the lumberyard with him for as long as Rose could remember. Everyone seemed to think Reuben was brilliant with measurements and figuring out designs and such things. He liked math and often spoke about percentages and angles. Rose had liked math in school too, especially fractions and percentages. But she didn’t use either in everyday life the way Reuben did, except in cooking.

  Today she didn’t care much about his work though. She was more interested in what he thought about her. She made her voice as lighthearted as possible. “Are you thinking about anything else?”

  He pulled back on the reins as they approached the stop sign.

  She put her hand to her chest. “Perhaps about me?”

  He glanced at her and chuckled. “I’m always thinking about you, Rose.”

  Her heart beat faster. She dropped her voice to a whisper. “And about us?”

  “Of course,” he said.

  She leaned closer. “What exactly do you think about?”

  “Well, right now I’m thinking about more than just us. Your family has a wedding coming up, and everyone will be busy for the next month. I’ve been wondering how I can help.”

  Rose inhaled. It wasn’t the answer she’d hoped for.

  “Rose,” he said. “Our time will come.” Now he sounded as if he were teasing.

  “Jah, but I thought it would be sooner rather than later. We won’t have to wait long, will we?”

  “We can talk about it after Lila and Zane are married and settled. Maybe we can set a date in the spring.”

  She couldn’t hide the disappointment in her voice. “That long?”

  All along she had worried that perhaps Reuben thought she was too young to marry—maybe he did. Lila had strung him along when she was eighteen, but Rose had done nothing of the kind. “I’m the complete opposite of my sister.” Her face grew warm as soon as she spoke, realizing her comment would make little sense to Reuben.