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turned up at the house and then a struggle broke out.”
“We should have told him about his grandfather,” Elsa-May said.
“ Jah , it will be hard to tell him about this and his grandfather. We’ll have to do it. We should have told him the other night that we knew his father was a prison guard. We’ll have to call tomorrow and have him come to our haus.”
* * *
Being part of Jack and Pamela’s family scene often made Bailey wonder what kind of parents he and Silvie would be. Having a family of his own had always been a tentative point with Bailey, considering his own childhood. His traumatic upbringing had not put him off the idea entirely. He knew he had to put his past behind him, which was something he couldn't do until he found out the truth about everything.
"Hello, Crowley, it’s Rivers, Bailey Rivers."
"Bailey, hello."
"Any news? Have you found anything out?" Bailey asked.
"I haven’t been able to locate your father, but I do have a phone number and an address for your mother. Do you have a pen?” “Yes.” Bailey wrote the address.
Crowley began quoting all the previous addresses his mother had over the past several years. “Bailey? Hello, are you there?" Crowley called down the phone line.
"Yeah, just let me know when you find out anything new. Thanks for your help, I appreciate it."
Bailey held his mother’s phone number tightly in his hand. He could not bring himself to phone her straight away. He would wait to speak with Elsa-May and Ettie before calling her. He placed the paper with his mother’s number on it in his room and went back out into the sunshine.
As he paced across the field that bordered his friend’s home, Bailey was struck by the distinct lack of bustle that was the norm of city life. Breathing in a deep lungful of crisp country air, Bailey found himself appreciating country life. He had lived so long surrounded by busy streets and concrete buildings; he had never given much thought to any other way of life.
Bailey decided to focus his thoughts on Silvie. He missed her terribly; spending such an amount of time away from her was taking its toll. He took comfort from thoughts of when they would be man and wife.
His anger at his father, not only for what he was, but for how badly he treated him as a child, played heavily on his mind; as did worry about his mother’s well being. Bailey knew he could not truly rest until these issues were settled. Bailey often thought what he would say to his father if he ever found himself come face to face with the man. But he was not an Englischer now so he could not think like an Englischer he was now Amish, and he had to find forgiveness in his heart for everyone who had wronged him.
Now noting his lack of attention to his surroundings and onward direction, Bailey found himself nearing the border of a dense woodland area. Not wanting to venture too far, he changed his direction heading toward the main barn.
When Bailey made his way back to the pens for the afternoon milking, Jack was waiting outside the barn waving at him. That’s odd; I’m not late or anything; I wonder what’s happened.
Bailey picked up his pace and jogged toward Jack. “All okay?”
“It’s that detective friend of yours. He said to call him back urgently. You call him; I’ll start the milking.”
“I won’t be far away,” Bailey said as he headed toward the phone in the barn. “Yes, Crowley? It’s Rivers here.”
“Ah, yes. I’ve come across some interesting news. What did your father do for a living?”
“He was a salesman; he was a traveling salesman I guess; he was away a fair bit. Why do you ask?”
“Denman Nigel Rivers, and there can’t be many people with that name, was a Corrections Officer in the state of Pennsylvania in the years 1980 – 1991.”
“He was what? Are you sure? Why would they tell me he was a salesman?”
Crowley’s voice murmured in the background, but Bailey was not listening to what he was saying.
“We should have told him about his grandfather,” Elsa-May said.
“ Jah , it will be hard to tell him about this and his grandfather. We’ll have to do it. We should have told him the other night that we knew his father was a prison guard. We’ll have to call tomorrow and have him come to our haus.”
* * *
Being part of Jack and Pamela’s family scene often made Bailey wonder what kind of parents he and Silvie would be. Having a family of his own had always been a tentative point with Bailey, considering his own childhood. His traumatic upbringing had not put him off the idea entirely. He knew he had to put his past behind him, which was something he couldn't do until he found out the truth about everything.
"Hello, Crowley, it’s Rivers, Bailey Rivers."
"Bailey, hello."
"Any news? Have you found anything out?" Bailey asked.
"I haven’t been able to locate your father, but I do have a phone number and an address for your mother. Do you have a pen?” “Yes.” Bailey wrote the address.
Crowley began quoting all the previous addresses his mother had over the past several years. “Bailey? Hello, are you there?" Crowley called down the phone line.
"Yeah, just let me know when you find out anything new. Thanks for your help, I appreciate it."
Bailey held his mother’s phone number tightly in his hand. He could not bring himself to phone her straight away. He would wait to speak with Elsa-May and Ettie before calling her. He placed the paper with his mother’s number on it in his room and went back out into the sunshine.
As he paced across the field that bordered his friend’s home, Bailey was struck by the distinct lack of bustle that was the norm of city life. Breathing in a deep lungful of crisp country air, Bailey found himself appreciating country life. He had lived so long surrounded by busy streets and concrete buildings; he had never given much thought to any other way of life.
Bailey decided to focus his thoughts on Silvie. He missed her terribly; spending such an amount of time away from her was taking its toll. He took comfort from thoughts of when they would be man and wife.
His anger at his father, not only for what he was, but for how badly he treated him as a child, played heavily on his mind; as did worry about his mother’s well being. Bailey knew he could not truly rest until these issues were settled. Bailey often thought what he would say to his father if he ever found himself come face to face with the man. But he was not an Englischer now so he could not think like an Englischer he was now Amish, and he had to find forgiveness in his heart for everyone who had wronged him.
Now noting his lack of attention to his surroundings and onward direction, Bailey found himself nearing the border of a dense woodland area. Not wanting to venture too far, he changed his direction heading toward the main barn.
When Bailey made his way back to the pens for the afternoon milking, Jack was waiting outside the barn waving at him. That’s odd; I’m not late or anything; I wonder what’s happened.
Bailey picked up his pace and jogged toward Jack. “All okay?”
“It’s that detective friend of yours. He said to call him back urgently. You call him; I’ll start the milking.”
“I won’t be far away,” Bailey said as he headed toward the phone in the barn. “Yes, Crowley? It’s Rivers here.”
“Ah, yes. I’ve come across some interesting news. What did your father do for a living?”
“He was a salesman; he was a traveling salesman I guess; he was away a fair bit. Why do you ask?”
“Denman Nigel Rivers, and there can’t be many people with that name, was a Corrections Officer in the state of Pennsylvania in the years 1980 – 1991.”
“He was what? Are you sure? Why would they tell me he was a salesman?”
Crowley’s voice murmured in the background, but Bailey was not listening to what he was saying.
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