Fast-paced chatter in Pennsylvania Dutch, followed by a
ripple of women's laughter, floated through the archway
from what used to be a hardware store. Caleb Brand forced
himself to focus on the rocking chair he was waxing, trying
to ignore the sounds of change.
He didn't like change. This building, with its two
connected shops, had been a male enclave for years. Now all
that was different, because Bishop Mose had decided to rent
the other side to Katie Miller for a quilt shop.
Caleb gritted his teeth and rubbed a little harder,
trying to concentrate on the grain of the hickory. Rocking
chairs were among his best sellers, and this one had turned
out to his satisfaction. He'd never let anything go out of
his shop that he wouldn't be happy to have in his own home.
Another peal of female laughter. How many women were
over there, anyway, helping to set up for the opening
tomorrow? It sounded as if half the sisters in the church
No reason why Katie Miller, newly komm to Pleasant
Valley from Columbia County, shouldn't open a quilt shop.
He wished her well. Just not next door to him.
The bell on his own front door jingled, and he looked
up. Bishop Mose, his white beard fluttering in the mild May
breeze that swept down the main street of the village,
ducked into the shop.
"Bishop Mose." He half-rose, showing the man where he
was behind the counter at the rear of the show room.
"Ach, Caleb, I thought you'd be tucked away in your
workshop at this hour." The bishop, his years seeming to
sit lightly on him, wound his way through the handmade
wooden furniture that filled the room.
"Nobody's here to help out today, so I have to mind the
shop." He put the lid on the furniture wax, tapping it down
tight. "Can I do something for you today?"
"Ach, no." The bishop's blue eyes, wise with a lifetime
of service to the Amish of Pleasant Valley, crinkled a
little. "Chust thought I should see for myself how you're
dealing with your new neighbor."
Caleb glanced down at the rocker to avoid meeting the
bishop's gaze. "Fine. Everything's fine, I think."
Maybe he didn't understand why Bishop Mose had seen fit
to install a quilt shop next to him, but he wouldn't
complain. He'd never forget that when it seemed every
person in the valley had turned against him, Bishop Mose
had accepted his word.
It was eight years since then, and Caleb supposed folks
still talked. But thanks to Bishop Mose, he had his place
In the brief silence between them, the sound of women's
voices came through clearly, talking about how best to
display some quilts, it seemed.
"That's gut," Bishop Mose said. "I thought maybe it
would be a bother to you, having a quilt shop next door
instead of a hardware store."
Caleb caressed the curved spindle of the rocker
absently, the wood warm and smooth under his hand. Could he
drop a hint in the bishop's ear?
"Well, I did think a hardware store was a better fit
with my shop." He said the words as cautiously as if he
walked on eggs. "We shared more of the same customers,
"You don't think the folks who buy Katie's quilts will
be interested in your fine rocking chairs and chests?"
Bishop Mose lifted white eyebrows.
Another burst of laughter scraped at his nerves. "No. I
don't think a bunch of quilting women are likely to want
He stopped, a little too late, he supposed. Katie Miller
stood in the archway, and he didn't doubt she'd heard him.
He cleared his throat, trying to think what to say, but
she beat him to it.
"Ach, Bishop Mose, I thought I heard your voice." The
warm smile she directed toward the bishop probably didn't
include Caleb. "Would you like to see what we've done with
"We would like nothing better." He reached across the
counter to clap Caleb's shoulder. "Komm, Caleb. We'll have
a look at your new neighbor, ain't so?"
Caleb hesitated, glancing at Katie. Her blue eyes were
guarded, it seemed to him, and her strong jaw set. Katie
Miller looked like a determined woman, one bent on doing
things her way.
Which was maybe how she'd reached her mid-twenties
without marrying, unusual for an Amish woman. And at the
moment her way most likely didn't include showing him her
But in the next instant her expression had melted into a
smile. She smoothed back a strand of light brown hair under
the white kapp on the back of her head and nodded. "Komm.
I'd like fine to show you what we've done."
With the bishop's hand on his shoulder Caleb couldn't
very well pull away. He walked through the archway, feeling
as if he was moving into the foreign land.
It looked that way, too. Harvey Schmidt's barrels of
nails and coils of wire were long gone, of course. The shop
had been stripped down to the bare shelves during Harvey's
closing sale. But now—
The walls and shelves had been painted white, as had the
counters. Against the white, every color possible glowed in
bolts of fabric and spools of thread. It looked like a huge
flowerbed in full bloom.
And that was saying nothing of the quilts, draped on a
four-poster maple bed that had been placed in the center of
the space. Another quilt, in shades of blue and yellow and
white, sagged dangerously between Molly, Katie's cousin and
the reason Katie had come to the valley in the first place,
and Sarah Mast, Pleasant Valley's midwife. Both were up on
chairs, obviously trying to hang the quilt from a rod that
Harvey had used to support coils of rope.
"That looks like a dangerous thing to be doing." Bishop
Mose was quick to steady the chair on which Molly
teetered. "Especially for a new maami."
Dimples appeared in Molly's cheeks. "Ach, you sound just
like my Aaron. Anyone would think I was made of glass to
hear him. After all, our little boy is nearly three months
"Ja, well, komm down, anyway." Katie went quickly to
grasp the quilt from them. "This I'll put on the bed, and I
have some quilted table runners that can hang from the rod
Molly and Sarah climbed down, looking a little relieved,
he thought. Sarah took the quilt from Katie.
"We'll take care of it. You have guests to show around."
Katie surrendered the quilt and spread her arms wide in
a gesture that took in the whole of the small shop. "Here
it is, as you can see." A smile blossomed on her face,
touching her eyes and bringing a glow to her cheeks.
Happiness. Hope. They radiated from Katie like heat from
a stove. Caleb couldn't help but be touched.
But that didn't change anything, he reminded himself.
Having the woman's business right next door was going to be
a nuisance, at the very least.
And if she'd heard what folks said about him, he could
only wonder why she'd want to be here at all.