Looking over your new purchase from top to bottom, he agreed. The girls hed grown up with had had plenty of spirit, giving as good as they got, but Fiona was different. Defensive, almost, and the cop part of his mind wondered what she had to be defensive about.
Its a beautiful house, really. Its just been neglected. Her smile flickered, and he thought her pride of ownership was getting the better of her wariness with him. Once I have the renovations done, you wont know its the same place.
What do you have in mind to do? He was happy to keep her talking about the house, because it seemed to put her at ease. Since she was moving in, she was part of his responsibility, and he liked to stay on friendly terms with folks.
My living quarters will be up here. She gestured. At first I thought Id have to install a kitchen on this floor, but theres actually a back staircase that leads down to the current kitchen, so I can just use that.
A remnant from the days when people had servants, I guess. What happens downstairs?
The old parlor will make a perfect waiting room. She started down the steps, gesturing as she talked, and he followed. The other rooms will have to be partitioned to make an exam room and an office, maybe space for classes. The birthing clinic where I worked in San Francisco ran a lot of childbirth classes, but I dont know how much demand there will be here.
He shrugged, coming down the last step to stand beside her in the hall. You may be surprised. Plenty of women among the Plain People prefer home births and might enjoy the classes. You should be able to build a good practice, if you stay.
If? Her eyebrows shot up at his words. Im not going to all this trouble with the intent of leaving. Why would you say that?
He shrugged. You wouldnt wonder if you knew how this state has been losing medical personnel to other places. Weve seen too much coming and going, mostly going, to take anything for granted. Folks just start to rely on someone and then find theyve moved on to greener pastures.
Especially city-bred people like you, he thought but didnt say.
Im not going anywhere. She stroked the intricate carving of the newel post. This place is going to be my home.
Her voice actually trembled with emotion on the last word, touching him, making him want to know what lay behind that emotion, but he didnt figure he had the right.
He was here because it was his duty to protect and serve all the residents of his township, he reminded himself. Not because he had a personal interest in a woman like Fiona Flanagan, with her quick tongue and urban manners.
Well, if thats what you plan to do with the house, I guess youre going to need someone to do the carpentry work, wont you?
She nodded. Is there any chance you might be able to recommend someone?
There are a couple of possibilities among the Amish carpenters, it being fall and the harvest is in. Ill see what I can do.
Amish, she repeated, and he couldnt tell what emotion tightened her face for an instant.
Theyre good carpenters, and this is an Amish community. Id think youd want an introduction to them.
Yes, of course, that would be perfect. Whatever the emotion had been, it was gone. Do you think theyd be able to start soon?
She looked up at him with such appeal that for a moment hed do most anything to keep that hope shining in her eyes.
Ill see if I can get hold of Mose Stetler. Maybe he can come over today or tomorrow.
Thank you so much. All her wariness was washed away by enthusiasm. Thank you.
No problem. He took a reluctant step toward the door. Ill see what I can do.
And while he was at it, hed best give himself a good talking to. Fionas blend of urban sophistication and innocent enthusiasm was a heady mixture, but he couldnt afford to be intrigued by a woman like her. If he ever decided to risk himself on love again, it would be with a nice, ordinary woman who understood the balancing act between two worlds that he maintained every day of his life.
By midafternoon, Fiona had finished cleaning the room intended for her bedroom and even hung some clothes in the closet. It wasnt going to take much more than elbow grease and a little furniture to make her upstairs apartment livable. Now, if Ted came through on his promise to contact the carpenters, she could actually have an opening day in sight.
Shed already gone through the arduous process necessary to get her certification in order, and shed contacted several obstetricians and the hospital in Suffolk, as well as a birthing center in the city that could use her services on a part-time basis until she got her practice on its feet. Now all that remained was to complete the office and find some clients.
Nolie, who knew the area well, had advised her to build word of mouth by meeting as many people as possible, and she might as well start on that today. After a shower and a change of clothes, she went outside, hesitating for a moment on the porch. Shed much rather be judged on her professional expertise than her personality, but if she planned to build her own practice, this had to be done.
Taking a deep breath and straightening her jacket, she headed for the general store. Shed already noticed how busy it was, and since it was right next door, it was a logical place to start.
The sign on the front door read Ruth Moser, Proprietor. Maybe Ruth would be the friendly type of neighbor whod let her post her business card where people would see it. Another deep breath was necessary, and then she opened the door and stepped inside.
The store was bigger than shed thought from the outsideextending back into almost cavernous depths where aisles were stocked with what she supposed were farming supplies, as well as hardware and tools she couldnt begin to identify. The front part of the store carried groceries, and through an archway she glimpsed what must have been the tourist sectionquilts, rag rugs, cloth dolls with blank facesall the souvenirs a visitor to Pennsylvania Dutch country might want to take home.
Welcome. The woman who came toward her wore a print dress with an apron over it. A white prayer cap was perched on abundant gray hair pulled back into a bun. Her smile echoed the welcome. Ill spare you the usual Penn Dutch spiel. Youre not a tourist. She held out her hand. Im Ruth Moser.
Fiona found her hand caught in a grip as strong as a mans. Im Fiona Flanagan. I just bought the house next door.
And youre a nurse-midwife, Ruth finished for her. We already know that about you, we do. Hard to keep any secrets in a place like Crossroads, believe me.
The womans smile was contagious. Bright blue eyes in a weathered face inspected Fiona, but it was a friendly inspection that she didnt find intimidating.
I guess I dont need the explanation Id planned to give you then, do I?
Ach, well, youll have to forgive us. Folks who live in an area like this all know each other so well that an incomer is a nine days wonder. Everyone in the township knows about the new midwife, and welcome news it is. The closest Amish midwife is nearly twenty miles away, and folks out here dont like going clear into Suffolk, either.
Im certainly glad to hear that. This was going better than shed imagined. Id hoped you might be willing to post one of my business cards where your customers would see it.
Give me a whole stack of them, and Ill pass them on to anyone who might be thinking of babies, Ruth said promptly.
Thats wonderful. She pulled a handful from the side pocket of her bag. Ill bring some more over later, if you can use them.
Sure thing. Ruth took the cards and slipped them into an apron pocket. I suppose Ted Rittenhouse told you how short of medical help we are around here, unless we want to go into Suffolk.
Why would she suppose anything of the kind? Ted Rittenhouse?
Ruth seemed oblivious to the edge in her voice. Ted certainly is a nice fellow. Born and bred in the township, and glad we were to have him come back home again after that time in Chicago. You like him, dont you?
II thought he was very helpful. When I got lost, I mean, the first time I came to see the house.
Helpful, yes. Kind, too. Why, Ive known that boy since he was running around barefoot. Theres not a mean bone in his body.
Yes, wellIm sure thats true. And why on earth did the woman think she needed to know that? Do you mind if I look around your store?
Ill show you around myself. Not exactly busy on a weekday in the fall, though weekends we still get the rush of tourists trampling through, oohing and aahing over the Amish and blocking the roads every time they spot a buggy. Still, their money helps keep me afloat.
You seem to carry just about everything anyone could want in here. A cooler marked Night Crawlers sat next to a rack filled with the latest celebrity magazines.
Thats why its a general store. Ruth looked around with satisfaction at her domain. Apparently she felt the same way about her store as Fiona did about her practice. I have something for everyone from the Amish farmers to the senior citizen bus tours. No good Pennsylvania Dutchman ever turned down profit.
Fiona glanced at the womans print dress. Youre not Amish, I take it?
Mennonite. First cousins to the Amish, you bet. She brushed the full skirt. You can tell by the clothes. Youll soon get onto it. The bell on the door tinkled, and she gestured toward the archway. Ill just get that. Go on through and check out the other section. Ive got some lovely quilts and handmade chests if youre looking to furnish your house local.
She hadnt thought of that, but obviously it would be good public relations to buy some of what she needed locally. She walked through the archway. The rag rugs would be beautiful against the hardwood once the floors were cleaned and polished. And
She rounded the end of the aisle and lost her train of thought. The back part of this area was a large, well-lit workroom. Finished quilts lined the walls, their colors and patterns striking.
Two Amish women bent over a quilt frame, apparently putting the finishing touches to a quilt whose vibrant colors glowed against their dark, plain dresses. Another sat at a treadle sewing machine. All three glanced at her briefly and then lowered their eyes, as if it were impolite to stare.
But she was the one who was being impolite, unable to tear her gaze away. Was that what her mother would have looked like now, if she hadnt run away, if she hadnt died? Dark dress, dark apron, hair parted in the center and pulled back beneath a white cap, seeming to belong in another century?
Looks like plenty of work is being done in here. The voice from behind startled her into an involuntary movement. Ted nodded coolly and strolled past her to lean over the quilt on the frame.
Another Double Wedding Ring? Havent you made enough of those in the last year, Em?
The woman he spoke to surprised Fiona by laughing up at him in what could only be described as a flirtatious way. Thats what the English want, Ted Rittenhouse. You know that well, you do.
Well, give the customers what they want, I suppose. He nodded toward Fiona, apparently not noticing that she stood frozen to the spot. You meet the new midwife whos setting up next door, did you?
Apparently now that he had, in effect, introduced her, it was all right to stare. Three pairs of eyes fixed on her as Ted mentioned the womens names: Emma Brandt, Barbara Stoller, Sarah Bauman. Emma was probably in her thirties, although it was difficult to judge, and the other two probably in their sixties.
Fiona nodded, trying to get past the unexpected shock shed felt at the sight of them. These were people who might introduce her to prospective clients in the Amish community, so shed better try to make a decent impression.
Its a pleasure to meet you. The quilt is wonderful. I didnt realize you actually made them here.
Ruth says the tourists like to see the work done. Emma seemed to be the spokeswoman for the group. We do special orders for folks, too.
Thats great. Fiona knew how stupid she sounded, but she couldnt seem to help herself. Shed assumed all Amish women were cloistered at home, taking care of their families, instead of out earning money. How much more didnt she know about her mothers people?
Ted strolled back toward her. Could I have a moment of your time? Ill walk out with you.
She nodded, saying goodbye to the quilters, and preceded him toward the exit. When the door closed, its bell tinkling, he spoke before she could get a word out.
Id say if you want to have an Amish clientele for that practice of yours, youll have to stop looking at them like theyre animals in the zoo.
I didnt! But she probably had. I was just surprised, thats all. I didnt realize anyone was back there. How did the man always manage to put her in the wrong?
Uh-huh. He managed to infuse the syllables with such doubt that her embarrassment was swallowed up in anger. She certainly wasnt going to tell him what had precipitated her behavior.
Excuse me. I have things to do. She turned, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
Dont you even want to know what I had to tell you?
She gritted her teeth. Be polite, Fiona. Of course. What is it?
The carpenters will be coming around in an hour or so. Try to get over your feelings about the Amish before then, will you?
Before she could respond, he walked off across the street.
Well, its not exactly what I expected. Fiona cradled the cell phone against her ear with one hand and continued scrubbing the kitchen sink with the other. She might have to rub all the enamel off to get it clean.
Better or worse? Tracy Wilton, her closest friend from midwife training, sounded as if she were in the next room instead of three thousand miles away. You could always come back, you know. They havent filled your job here yet.
Im not sure whether its better or worse, but its definitely different. She thought of Teds obvious doubt that shed stick it out. Im staying, though. Ill make it work.
I bet you will. Listen, if your practice gets too big for one person, just give me a call. Especially if youve found any great-looking men among those Pennsylvania Dutch farmers of yours.
Fiona pushed an image of Ted Rittenhouse from her mind. Im not looking for any. Trust me. Getting my practice up and running is enough to occupy me for the moment. All Im worried about right now is whether my money will hold out that long.
A rap sounded on the front door, and she headed into the hallway. Listen, Tracy, someones here. Ill give you a call later, okay?