Unbreakable (20 page)

Our house had a balcony on the second floor, but there
was no door to access it. On rainy nights, I liked to climb out my window and sit there. Our overhanging roof kept me dry unless the wind blew the wrong way. Tonight I had the same feeling of protection and peace I experienced when I sat out on my balcony. I knew it was because I'd finally released my future to God instead of trying to plan it myself. I was also feeling a sense of freedom not having Papa around. More like a grownup and less like a child.

“So where were we?” Lizzie asked as she came down the stairs.

I twirled around and smiled at her. “You were trying to wrestle information out of me.”

She put her finger up in the air. “Oh yes. I believe you're right.” She pointed at our table. “Spill it, girl.”

We both sat down as the sound of the rain hitting the roof above us grew a little louder. “Okay, but what about Noah?”

She sighed. “I'll do my best, Hope. But if I feel it's important and he needs to know, I'll have to tell him. That's the best I can do. Of course if you've killed someone, all bets are off.” She crossed her arms across her chest and scowled at me with a rather comical look on her face. “You haven't killed anyone, have you?”

“No. I don't think you need to worry about that.”

“Well, if that's not it, you'd better tell me what's going on.”

The peaceful atmosphere and the tranquility I felt inside helped me to finally get the words out. I told her about going after Sophie and how the rifle had gone off.

“Hope!” she exclaimed when I finished. “You could have been killed! How could Jonathon allow Sophie to get anywhere near that gun?”

“It's not like he told her to break into his truck and take his rifle. She did that on her own.”

Lizzie bit her lip as she stared at me. I was already beginning to regret my decision to tell her what happened. I'd been worried about Sophie getting in trouble with the elders. For the first time, I realized that Jonathon could be implicated as well. Lizzie's first admonition hadn't been directed at Sophie. Her anger was toward him.

“Look, I know I told you I wouldn't say anything to Noah, but has it crossed your mind that Sophie might be dangerous?”

“Lizzie, she wasn't trying to shoot me. She dropped the rifle, and it went off accidentally. I think you're overreacting. She's not really a bad person. Her parents have a very negative influence on her.”

“You're right about that,” Lizzie admitted. “And now they're paying the price for their neglect. She won't pay any attention to anyone, and they don't seem to know how to control her. I think they've just given up.”

“No wonder she's so angry.” I picked up another cookie even though I didn't need it. Lizzie was such an incredible baker, and her oatmeal raisin cookies practically melted in my mouth.

“Leah told me that when Sophie was going to school, she'd come without a lunch almost every day. When Leah asked her about it, Sophie mumbled something about being allowed to eat only once a day because she was being punished.”

“Well, she's getting food from somewhere. She doesn't look like she's missing any meals.”

Lizzie cleared her throat. “I wonder where she'd find food in Kingdom.”

My mouth dropped open. “Elizabeth Lynn Housler. You're feeding her?”

“Kind of.”

“How in the world do you ‘kind of' feed someone?”

She shrugged. “I
kind of
send food to the school every day at lunchtime. There are only twenty-one children attending right now, so it's not a lot. Besides, most of those children eat the lunches their parents send with them. This food is just something extra that the kids can have if they want it—or need it.” She pointed her finger at me as I made a clucking sound with my tongue. “Would you rather I throw the food out? And just so you know, I send fruit, sandwiches, and—”

“Dessert?” I asked.

“Hmm. Maybe sometimes,” she said innocently.

“But Sophie doesn't go to school anymore.”

Lizzie grinned. “She might not officially be enrolled, but that doesn't mean she's not welcome to eat lunch with everyone else.”

“Oh, Lizzie. You're just too much.” I shook my head, unable to hide my amusement at her big heart. I was about to make a comment about what kind of food Sophie's parents were serving her at home, but before I could get the words out, I was interrupted by the sound of a vehicle outside.

“Maybe Noah changed his mind and decided to stay in town tonight,” Lizzie said, jumping up and hurrying to the front of the restaurant. She suddenly stopped a couple of feet from the large picture window. Without any warning, she reached for the light switch, and the dining room became dark.

“Lizzie, what in the world—”

She shushed me. “Hope, didn't you say that the person who harassed you on the road drove a red truck?” Her voice shook as she spoke, causing a cold thread of fear to wrap itself around me.

I nodded in the dark, not realizing that she couldn't see me. “Yes. Red with a dent in the driver's side door.”

Lizzie gasped and threw herself against the wall—away from the window. “Get down on the floor, Hope. Now! I think that same truck is sitting in the street, right outside our door.”

“What are we going to do?”
I whispered loudly. “Did he see us? Is he coming inside?”

“I don't know. With our lights turned down so low, it's possible he didn't see us.” She took a sharp intake of breath. “Oh!”

“What's wrong?”

“The door. I don't remember locking the door.”

“Oh, Lizzie.” I hated the way my voice sounded, squeaky with fear, but I couldn't help it. The terror I'd felt on the road back to Kingdom had just returned full force.

“Just stay where you are.” I could barely see her as she lowered herself to the floor and crawled to the front door.

When I heard a click, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Slowly she scooted back to the wall that hid her from prying eyes outside. “Noah keeps telling me to lock that door. Why don't I listen?”

“Because you don't like being told what to do,” I hissed.

“Are you really going to start a conversation like that now?” she replied with exasperation. “Can we save the criticism for a little later?”

“Sorry.” I kept myself as close to the floor as possible, which might have been a good idea if Lizzie had taken the time to sweep up after closing the restaurant. I could smell something that reminded me of corned beef and cabbage, and when I moved my hand, I felt a small piece of food crunch under me. No telling what it was.

“What's he doing?” Lizzie murmured.

I raised my head a bit but couldn't see clearly, so I crawled a little to the left. Some new piece of dropped food crackled under my knee. “Couldn't you have swept the floor?” I griped.

She let out a deep sigh. “Well forgive me for not planning to be stalked by
your
crazed truck driver.”

“He's hardly
my
crazed—”

“Hope, will you be quiet and tell me what you see?”

He was still there, his engine idling. Was he looking for someone? For me? I'd just started to tell Lizzie what the truck was doing when it began to move slowly. “He's leaving,” I said softly, wondering why we were keeping our voices low. It wasn't as if the man in the red truck could hear through walls. I waited until he drove past the window, and then I picked myself up from the floor, dusted the food off my dress, and walked slowly over to where Lizzie stood, plastered to the wall.

“Where's he going?” she asked as I stood next to her.

“Down to the end of the street.” I moved closer to the window, several feet from her, trying to watch the truck. His taillights disappeared from my sight. “I've got to step outside,” I said. “I don't see him anymore.”

Lizzie grabbed my arm. “Don't you dare! He'll spot you!”

“Nonsense. He's way down the road. We've got to know
if he heads out of town. Unless you plan to stay here hiding in the dark all night.”

She loosened her grip on me. “You've got to be careful. If he turns around—”

“I'll get back inside before that happens.”

“Okay.”

She let me go, and I slowly crept toward the door, watching the windows for any sign the driver was returning. When I was certain it was safe, I unlocked the front door and gingerly stepped out onto the porch. I watched as the truck's taillights reached the edge of town. Then without warning, they disappeared.

Had he abruptly turned the corner? It wasn't until the last moment that I realized the awful truth. He'd switched off his lights and turned around, driving slowly back up the street. I heard him before I saw him coming toward us and jumped inside, slamming the door behind me. I quickly locked it before grabbing Lizzie and wrapping my arms around her. It was the only way we could both cower behind the wall between the door and the picture window without being seen.

“He's heading back,” I said, my voice breaking. “And he turned off his headlights.”

“We've got to get help, Hope,” Lizzie said in a loud whisper.

“How? No one's close enough.”

“I've got a phone.”

“Who are you going to call?”

“I don't know. Several people in Kingdom have phones now.”

“Anyone who could get over to the house and bring Noah
and the men back to town?” My voice shook so badly my words were hard to understand.

The drone of the truck motor grew louder. The driver would be in front of the restaurant within seconds.

“I-I don't know. What about Jonathon?”

“He lives too far out of town, and we need help now.”

“Leah's got a car and she's only a couple of blocks away.”

I sighed. “But she doesn't have a phone. Besides, I'm not going out into the street, and I wouldn't ask her to do it either. It's too dangerous.”

Lizzie was quiet for a moment. “Hey, I know. What about Berlene? They've got a truck, and Avery's house isn't that far from the main road. Fairly close to our house. If she could get word to Noah—”

“Papa and Herman took Avery's truck to Junction City, and I don't think Herman's truck is running.”

“Well, for goodness' sake, Hope, what are we supposed to do?”

The noise of the engine grew louder. It was just outside now. Lizzie and I held each other, both of us shaking. I began praying quietly.

“God, we need your protection. You said you would be our strong tower and our refuge in times of trouble. Help us, dear Lord. Please keep us safe.”

As if the driver of the truck actually could hear us, he suddenly sped up and drove past the building. About a minute later, the sound of his engine faded away. Lizzie and I didn't move for several minutes. Then she said, “Should we check again?”

“Stay here. I'll look.”

I prayed silently as I opened the front door and once again stepped outside. I looked down the street in the direction the truck had gone, as well as the other way. Downtown Kingdom wasn't large. It wouldn't take much time to circle around it and show up in front of the restaurant again. However, the street was completely silent. I waited for a while, hearing nothing but the rain. Finally I went back inside.

“I think he's gone,” I said, locking the door behind me.

“But we have no idea if he's coming back,” Lizzie said as we stood in the dark room. “I know you won't like this, but I'm going downstairs to get Noah's extra rifle.”

“Lizzie, no!” I cried. “The last time I was near a gun, I got hurt. Please don't—”

“Listen, Hope,” she said firmly, “I have a child upstairs, and I have no intention of trusting that flimsy door to protect her from some nut who wants to kill us.”

“But we prayed, Lizzie. God will protect us. I know He will.” I quoted the Scripture verse in Isaiah that Noah and I had prayed when we were penned in by the trucks on the road.

She was silent for a moment. “I believe that promise, Hope, and I do trust God to help us. Has it occurred to you that maybe He's telling me to get the rifle? I pray I won't have to use it, but I don't intend to leave us unprotected.”

There it was again, the dichotomy of faith. Believe in God but have another plan in case He fails you. I didn't argue with Lizzie, because Charity was her child, not mine. Somehow it didn't feel right, but this wasn't the time to argue over our interpretation of Scripture.

Lizzie jogged to the kitchen and turned on the light before going to the basement. The glow from the kitchen brought
some illumination into the dining room. I went back to the window, watching in case the truck returned. A couple of minutes later, Lizzie entered the room, rifle in hand. She leaned it up against the wall. After what had happened earlier in the day, just seeing it made me shiver.

“We've got to get a message to Noah,” she said. “I'm going to call Berlene. Even if she doesn't have their truck, Avery's horse is there and she can ride it down to the Millers' house. They don't live far away. Ebbie can hitch up their buggy and drive to our house.”

“But that will put him out on the main road,” I said, my voice catching. “What if that man is out there? What if he sees Ebbie? He'll try to run him down the way he did Avery!”

Lizzie twirled around, and I could see the worry in her face. “Do you have a better idea, Hope? The only other people with phones are too far away or too elderly to help us. This is the only thing I can think of.”

“I couldn't take it if Ebbie was injured,” I said, tears filling my eyes. “If anything happens to him because of me—”

“But it's not just you, Hope,” she said firmly. “It's all three of us. It's Charity too.”

I nodded, not knowing what to say. Lizzie went to the kitchen to call Berlene while I sat down at a nearby table and stared at the shadow of Noah's gun in the corner. Somehow, looking at that rifle made the debate between Jonathon and Ebbie seem clearer than it had before. Both men wanted to protect the people they loved, and both men were torn between their faith and their fear. Was a gun a symbol of our human strength? Was it a substitute for our ultimate trust in God?

I didn't know the answer, but for the first time, I understood the question. Jonathon and Ebbie were good men. Both trying to find the right way. And sometimes the
right
thing was hard to see. I still wasn't sure what I believed, but I was able to quit judging either one of them. God knew their hearts and He loved them. No matter what.

A few minutes later, Lizzie came back into the dining room. “Have you seen him again?” she asked, walking toward me.

“No. It's quiet outside. I think he's gone.”

She sat down next to me. “Listen, I'm sorry if I sounded harsh earlier. I didn't mean to. I'm just upset that we have to go through this. To think that some numbskulls think they have the right to terrorize innocent people makes me angry. Forgive me for taking it out on you.”

“Of course I forgive you,” I said. “You're my best friend.”

She reached over and gave me a quick hug. “I love you, Hope. You know that, right?”

“Yes, I do. And I love you too.”

“I don't doubt that at all. No matter how rotten I act, you never treat me any different. I've learned more about love from you than from anyone I've ever known.” She chuckled. “Except Noah, of course.” She grabbed my hand. “You've always been there for me. When I needed to get away from Kingdom, you were willing to put yourself on the line to help me.”

Lizzie was referring to an incident that occurred when she was only eighteen years old. An unhappy teenager who felt ostracized by an unplanned pregnancy, she'd asked me to help get her and her baby away from Kingdom. On one of my trips to Flo's, I took her to Washington, where she got on a bus and traveled to Kansas City so she could start a new life.

“You know, the strangest thing about helping you leave was that no one could believe I had it in me.” I shook my head. “I know people think I'm very mild mannered, what you'd call a wimp, but most of the time, I'm just content.” I stared down at the floor. “I'm not like Jonathon. I don't have any causes. I only react when I have to. Unfortunately, I seem to be doing a lot of that lately.”

“But, Hope, that's wisdom, isn't it? Picking the battles that are important? When it comes down to it, you're the strongest person I know. You won't compromise what you believe.”

I smiled. “Maybe that's my problem now. I don't know exactly what I believe. Sometimes I wonder if I ever will. I can see everyone's point of view, and they all sound right. At least tonight I've decided not to worry about it anymore. God's the ultimate judge. Not me.”

Lizzie nodded. “You'll find the truth, and when you do, no power on earth will be able to change your mind. Noah's a lot like that.”

“I don't know if I ever told you this, but I'm so glad you and Noah found each other.” Even as I said the words, I wondered if I would ever have the kind of relationship Lizzie and Noah had.

“Me too. And you'll find the same thing someday. I'm sure of it.”

“I hope you're right. Were you able to reach Berlene?”

“Yes. She's going to drive her truck over to the Millers. It's having transmission problems, and she can't get it out of second gear. If it wasn't messed up, she'd drive all the way to our house and alert Noah herself. Hopefully she'll make it. She did say she'd call back and let us know what's going
on. Oh, and Berlene gave me the number of the motel where your father's staying. She suggested you call him and tell him what's going on.”

I shook my head. “If I do that, he'll rush home. Running Avery's store is important to him. I don't want him to cut his trip short.”

“I think he would want to know that man was here in Kingdom, Hope, but it's your decision.”

“I'll tell him when he gets back. Anyway, I don't think we're in any real danger now. If he planned to return, surely he would have done it by now. With God's help, Ebbie should reach Noah before long.”

We sat in the dark for quite a while, waiting for word from Berlene. About thirty minutes later, the phone rang and Lizzie jumped up to answer it. I listened to the rain while I waited.

As I sat there, I began to wonder about the red truck. Maybe it wasn't the same one I'd seen on the road. Although the thought made me feel a little better, there was one big hitch with that theory. No one in Kingdom had a red truck. Almost all our vehicles were painted black or dark blue. Avery's dark green truck was about as daring as anyone ever got. Although I'd never said it out loud, down deep inside, I felt that if you had to paint your car black to keep your neighbors from being jealous of you, your neighbors had problems bigger than any amount of paint could ever fix.

The door to the kitchen swung open, and Lizzie came out. “Great news. Berlene got to Ebbie's house, and he's on his way to get Noah.” She came over and sat down next to me. “Berlene said Ebbie was really upset, and after she told him
about the red truck, he hitched Micah up and drove down the road like someone had set him on fire.”