As they passed the crowd dishing up food and eating, many stared at Dorcas.
Eli wanted to tell everyone to stop gawking, that they were being rude. He wanted to protect her.
Inside the dawdy haus, Bishop Bontrager indicated next to the door. “You can set them there.”
He didn’t want to be dismissed so soon. He wanted to stay with Rainbow Girl a little longer. “I can take them—”
The bishop lifted his hand. “Here will be fine.”
He set down the suitcases. “Is there anything else I can do to help?” He glanced at Rainbow Girl, who was watching him.
She gave him a small smile in return that delighted him.
The bishop said, “Ne. That will be all. Danki.”
Though Eli wanted to stay, he backed out the door and continued until he stumbled down the two steps. He didn’t need this, any of this. He needed to stop thinking about Rainbow Girl and focus on getting his ironworks business going this summer. And he wouldn’t be asking her for any help whatsoever.
He’d also planned to start courting this summer. He hadn’t decided who to court yet. But it was high time he took a wife.
Dorcas returning changed everything.
Not necessarily for the gut.
A hole widened inside Dori after Eli left. She glanced around the tiny dawdy haus. Her and Craig’s apartment had been bigger. And she might have been able to mistake this dwelling for any apartment except for the lack of a big flat-screen TV and a laptop.
The bishop grasped the roller handle of one of the suitcases and aimed for the short hallway with three doors. “The bedroom’s back here.”
She gripped the side of the extended handle. “I won’t take your bedroom. I’ll be fine out here.” Fortunately, the full-size couch looked comfortable enough. Couldn’t be any worse than the shelter beds.
He stared at the couch. “But...I...I want you to feel welcome.”
She patted his hand, still on her roller bag. “I do. Danki.” She wouldn’t be staying for long and didn’t want to put him out. The less comfortable she was, the better.
He released his hold on the bag.
How surreal to be here. It was as though she were walking through some bizarre dream. “I appreciate you letting me stay with you for a few days.” Strange that she’d so easily slipped back into speaking Deutsch. Almost natural. The rest of her short stay wouldn’t be so effortless.
“I can’t begin to express how pleased I am you’ve returned.”
“I haven’t returned. I just need a place to stay until I can get things sorted out.” Or until Craig came for her.
“But you’re here, and I’m grateful for that.”
“I’m grateful too. If you hadn’t taken me in, I would’ve had to return to the homeless shelter.”
“Homeless?” His eyes widened. “You are never homeless. You always have a place with me. Let’s go get some food.”
Dori’s insides turned cold. “You go. I’ll stay here.” Though hungry, she didn’t want to face the others and be stared at again. Walking from the big haus to the dawdy haus had been bad enough, like running a gauntlet or being an oddity in a freak show.
“You have to eat.”
She was about to lie and say she wasn’t hungry when her stomach growled loudly. Why couldn’t it have waited a minute or two? “I can’t. You go.”
He hesitated. “Everyone will be glad for your return.”
Dori shook her head. “You saw the way Vater reacted.”
“But your mutter was pleased, as others will be.”
“She’s not allowed to be pleased.” That was clear enough.
“It will be fine. You’ll see.”
She wasn’t convinced. Chances were that more people than not would have a mind-set like her vater’s. If Eli were here to go with her, she might be brave enough to risk it. “I’ll pass.”
After a moment, he nodded. “I’ll bring you a plate of food. Make yourself at home.” He scuttled out the door.
Eli ignored the smells of food and the buzz of people talking around the lunch tables in the yard. Instead, he stood, leaning against a large, blooming fruit tree that had been grafted to bear three different varieties of apples in season. Waiting. For what, he wasn’t sure. To catch a glimpse of Rainbow Girl? Ne. Her unruly image was seared into his brain. The bishop to come out? Ne. He would wonder why Eli was standing around and not filling a plate. Eli had no idea why he stood here, just that he couldn’t tear his gaze from the dawdy haus she’d disappeared into.
Daniel once again came up to him, holding a plate heaped with food this time. “Who is she? And why has she gone into the bishop’s haus? Is she planning to convert?”
Eli doubted that. Should he tell Daniel who she was? He would find out soon enough. “She’s Dorcas Bontrager, the bishop’s enkelin.”
“Are you serious?”
Eli wished he wasn’t.
“Weren’t you sweet on her?”
Dorcas? Ja. This Englisher? Ne. “That was a long time ago. I’ve gotten over her.” But had he? His flip-floppy emotions told him there was still something there. But what?
“You better get some food before all the gut stuff is gone.” Daniel took a big bite of the chicken that was on his plate.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes. You go on.”
Though Daniel seemed reluctant, he walked off.
When the bishop exited, Eli pushed away from the trunk.
Bishop Bontrager made eye contact and headed in his direction. “Why aren’t you eating?”
“Um... I didn’t know if you would need any more help.”
The old man’s eyes brightened. “I do have something. Let’s fill plates and take them back to meine haus and discuss what I have in mind.”
Back to where she was. This was a change from being dismissed a few minutes ago. The bishop wanted Eli to help him? An honor.
At the table laden with food, Eli loaded a plate for himself, then carried the second plate the bishop had filled. For Rainbow Girl, no doubt. He would get to eat lunch with her. His heart skipped a beat. Maybe figure out how the Amish girl he’d known could turn into the Englisher one who’d returned.
Before they reached the dawdy haus, Andrew Bontrager, the bishop’s son and Rainbow Girl’s vater, approached. “You’re feeding her in there? Is she too embarrassed to eat with everyone else?”
She did need to eat, and she couldn’t exactly blend in. No Amish liked to stand out from the others. But then, she wasn’t Amish. She had designed her appearance to draw attention to herself.
The bishop held up his hand. “Give her time. Our ways are a lot to get used to.”
Andrew scowled. “She was raised with our ways and threw them away. She knew exactly