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enough to fuss with without worrying about any of that,” Bailey said quickly, flipping the golden pancakes onto a plate. To his relief, the conversation was interrupted by a stampede of feet barreling down the stairs.
It was like a small hurricane of hands and feet as kids scurried around, checking lunches and eyeing the pancakes. Jack went into Daed mode, calling out tasks and keeping one of the boys out of the utility room. Dishes were set; butter and milk were on the table in record time over a dull roar of overlapping chatter. There was a rush of activity and noise as the children sat up to the table. Jack called for order, and Bailey was surprised how quickly the hush swept across the children. Bailey had already noticed how polite and well behaved all the Amish children were and Jack and Pamela’s children were no exception.
Bailey grinned at the scene. At least he would have Silvie to help when it came time to raise young ones of his own. Pamela slept in, if you could call waking up at 6 a.m. sleeping in, until Jack left the house for the morning milking; then she would take over watching the children and getting the older ones ready for skul.
A wail rang out, and Bailey whirled around to see that young Simon had fallen off his chair and grazed his skin on one knee.
Jack rushed to his son. “Bailey, will you get me the iodine out of the utility room?”
“Sure.” Bailey hurried toward the room and opened the door. He stared into the small room and was immediately drawn back into the past to a time where he was kept in a small room just like this one.
You stay in there, boy. Don't you make a sound now. Bailey’s blood turned to ice as he could hear the voice as clear as day, yet he knew it was only in his mind. He knew what it was to feel trapped in a room as small as this one. He knew the feel of a rough wood floor under his hands.
“That son of...” Bailey raked his hands into his hair, pulling hard to use the pain to bring him back to the present.
“Bailey, the iodine.”
Bailey jolted back to the present. “Coming up.” He looked around the utility room and turned his attention to a high shelf with bottles of lotions and potions. “Got it.” Bailey raced to Jack with a clean cotton wool swab and the bottle of iodine.
Jack dabbed some on his son’s knee. “There you go, as good as new. Now you lot finish off your breakfast and no more rocking on your chair, Simon.”
It took them no time at all to polish off their pancakes and then they were out the door in a flash.
Bailey poured Jack another cup of coffee. Jack always had two cups before starting his day.
“What happened to you just now? Did you have another one of your flashes?”
Bailey nodded.
“He killed him, Jack.”
“What was that?”
In a low voice so the children could not hear, he told Jack that his nightmares were memories and he told him what they were about. “He killed him. He killed...” The disjointed dreams tormented him once more, replaying over in his mind. He had run from his father, but not fast enough. His father dragged him to a small room in the house and locked him in there for what could have been days, maybe even weeks. “Memories from long ago, that’s what my dreams were. I saw my father take the life of a man. I ran, my father caught me and locked me away for a time.”
Jack stared at Bailey with eyes wide open. “Did the doctor help you remember?”
Bailey nodded.
Chapter 11.
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy;
I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.
John 10:10
Ettie and Elsa-May took a twenty-minute taxi ride to Lancaster Public Library. The taxi stopped outside the building and they wasted no time getting into the building. They stood in front of the help desk and waited for someone to approach them.
“Can I help you?” A young man dressed in gray with a large bowtie greeted them with a kind smile.
Ettie spoke, “We are looking
It was like a small hurricane of hands and feet as kids scurried around, checking lunches and eyeing the pancakes. Jack went into Daed mode, calling out tasks and keeping one of the boys out of the utility room. Dishes were set; butter and milk were on the table in record time over a dull roar of overlapping chatter. There was a rush of activity and noise as the children sat up to the table. Jack called for order, and Bailey was surprised how quickly the hush swept across the children. Bailey had already noticed how polite and well behaved all the Amish children were and Jack and Pamela’s children were no exception.
Bailey grinned at the scene. At least he would have Silvie to help when it came time to raise young ones of his own. Pamela slept in, if you could call waking up at 6 a.m. sleeping in, until Jack left the house for the morning milking; then she would take over watching the children and getting the older ones ready for skul.
A wail rang out, and Bailey whirled around to see that young Simon had fallen off his chair and grazed his skin on one knee.
Jack rushed to his son. “Bailey, will you get me the iodine out of the utility room?”
“Sure.” Bailey hurried toward the room and opened the door. He stared into the small room and was immediately drawn back into the past to a time where he was kept in a small room just like this one.
You stay in there, boy. Don't you make a sound now. Bailey’s blood turned to ice as he could hear the voice as clear as day, yet he knew it was only in his mind. He knew what it was to feel trapped in a room as small as this one. He knew the feel of a rough wood floor under his hands.
“That son of...” Bailey raked his hands into his hair, pulling hard to use the pain to bring him back to the present.
“Bailey, the iodine.”
Bailey jolted back to the present. “Coming up.” He looked around the utility room and turned his attention to a high shelf with bottles of lotions and potions. “Got it.” Bailey raced to Jack with a clean cotton wool swab and the bottle of iodine.
Jack dabbed some on his son’s knee. “There you go, as good as new. Now you lot finish off your breakfast and no more rocking on your chair, Simon.”
It took them no time at all to polish off their pancakes and then they were out the door in a flash.
Bailey poured Jack another cup of coffee. Jack always had two cups before starting his day.
“What happened to you just now? Did you have another one of your flashes?”
Bailey nodded.
“He killed him, Jack.”
“What was that?”
In a low voice so the children could not hear, he told Jack that his nightmares were memories and he told him what they were about. “He killed him. He killed...” The disjointed dreams tormented him once more, replaying over in his mind. He had run from his father, but not fast enough. His father dragged him to a small room in the house and locked him in there for what could have been days, maybe even weeks. “Memories from long ago, that’s what my dreams were. I saw my father take the life of a man. I ran, my father caught me and locked me away for a time.”
Jack stared at Bailey with eyes wide open. “Did the doctor help you remember?”
Bailey nodded.
Chapter 11.
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy;
I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.
John 10:10
Ettie and Elsa-May took a twenty-minute taxi ride to Lancaster Public Library. The taxi stopped outside the building and they wasted no time getting into the building. They stood in front of the help desk and waited for someone to approach them.
“Can I help you?” A young man dressed in gray with a large bowtie greeted them with a kind smile.
Ettie spoke, “We are looking
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