I just finished writing Year of the Dog ! It had a massive plot hole that I had to fix which turned out to be more work than I expected. Here’s a snippet: “Hey, Auntie Nell.” He wrapped his arms around her, bussing her on the cheek and breathing in pikake flowers and shortbread cookies. And suddenly he was nine years old again, and her solid presence had made his chaotic world stable once more. “What are you doing here?” He usually took her to dinner on Wednesday nights, but today was Tuesday. The edges of her smile faltered a little before brightening right back up again. “What, I can’t visit my nephew?” She angled around him to enter his home. “Is this your new house? Looks lovely.” Which was a blatant lie, because the fixer-upper was barely livable, much less acceptable to a neat-freak like his aunt. She also left four matching pink and purple floral suitcases on the stoop behind her. Only then did Ashwin notice the cab driver standing slightly to the side of the walkway. “Can ...
Captain's Log, Stardate 08.03.2009
The Hope of Refuge
by
Cindy Woodsmall
Raised in foster care and now the widowed mother of a little girl, Cara Moore struggles against poverty, fear, and a relentless stalker. When a trail of memories leads Cara and Lori out of New York City toward an Amish community, she follows every lead, eager for answers and a fresh start. She discovers that long-held secrets about her family history ripple beneath the surface of Dry Lake, Pennsylvania, and it’s no place for an outsider. But one Amish man, Ephraim Mast, dares to fulfill the command he believes that he received from God–“Be me to her”– despite how it threatens his way of life.
Completely opposite of the hard, untrusting Cara, Ephraim’s sister Deborah also finds her dreams crumbling when the man she has pledged to build a life with begins withdrawing from Deborah and his community, including his mother, Ada Stoltzfus. Can the run-down house that Ada envisions transforming unite them toward a common purpose–or push Mahlon away forever? While Ephraim is trying to do what he believes is right, will he be shunned and lose everything–including the guarded single mother who simply longs for a better life?
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The Hope of Refugeby
Cindy Woodsmall
Raised in foster care and now the widowed mother of a little girl, Cara Moore struggles against poverty, fear, and a relentless stalker. When a trail of memories leads Cara and Lori out of New York City toward an Amish community, she follows every lead, eager for answers and a fresh start. She discovers that long-held secrets about her family history ripple beneath the surface of Dry Lake, Pennsylvania, and it’s no place for an outsider. But one Amish man, Ephraim Mast, dares to fulfill the command he believes that he received from God–“Be me to her”– despite how it threatens his way of life.
Completely opposite of the hard, untrusting Cara, Ephraim’s sister Deborah also finds her dreams crumbling when the man she has pledged to build a life with begins withdrawing from Deborah and his community, including his mother, Ada Stoltzfus. Can the run-down house that Ada envisions transforming unite them toward a common purpose–or push Mahlon away forever? While Ephraim is trying to do what he believes is right, will he be shunned and lose everything–including the guarded single mother who simply longs for a better life?
Excerpt of chapter one:
Pr o l o g u e
Mama, can you tell me yet?” Cara held her favorite toy, stroking the small plastic horse as if it might respond to her tender touch. The brown ridges, designed to look like fur, had long ago faded to tan.
Mama held the well-worn steering wheel in silence while she drove dirt roads Cara had never seen before. Dust flew in through the open windows and clung to Cara’s sweaty face, and the vinyl seat was hot to the touch when she laid her hand against it. Mama pressed the brake pedal, slowing the car to a near stop as they crossed another bridge with a roof over it. A covered bridge, Mama called it. The bumpiness of the wooden planks jarred Cara, making her bounce like she was riding a cardboard box down a set of stairs.
Mama reached across the car seat and ran her hand down the back of Cara’s head, probably trying to smooth out one of her cowlicks. No matter how short Mama cut her hair, she always said the unruly mop won the battle. “We’re going to visit a…a friend of mine. She’s Amish.”
She placed her index finger on her lips. “I need you to do as the mother of Jesus did when it came to precious events. She treasured them in her heart and pondered them. You’ve grown so much since you turned
eight, and you’re a big girl, but you can’t draw pictures or write words about it in your diary, and you can’t ever tell your father, okay?”
Sunlight bore down on them again as they drove out of the covered bridge. Cara searched the fields for horses. “Are we going to your hiding place?”
Cara had a hiding place, one her mother had built for her inside the wall of the attic.They had tea parties in there sometimes when there was money for tea bags and sugar. And when Daddy needed quiet, her mother would silently whisk her to that secret room. If her mama didn’t return for her by nightfall, she’d sleep in there.
Mama nodded. “I told you every girl needs a fun place she can get away to for a while, right?”
Cara nodded.
“Well, this is mine. We’ll stay for a couple of days, and if you like it, maybe we’ll move here one day—just us girls.”
Cara wondered if Mama was so tired of the bill collectors hounding her and Daddy that she was thinking of sneaking away and not even telling him where she was going. The familiar feeling returned—that feeling of her insides being Jell-O on a whirlybird ride. She clutched her toy horse even tighter and looked out the window, imagining herself on a stallion galloping into a world where food was free and her parents were happy.
After they topped another hill, her mother slowed the vehicle and pulled into a driveway. Mama turned off the car. “Look at this place, Cara. That old white clapboard house has looked the same since I used to come here with my mama.”
The shutters hung crooked and didn’t have much paint left on them. “It’s really small, and the shutters make it look like ghosts live here.”
Her mama laughed. “It’s called a Daadi Haus, which means it’s just for grandparents once their children are grown. They only need a small kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. This one has been here for many years.
You’re right—the shutters do make it look dilapidated. Come on.”
Seconds after Cara pushed the passenger door shut, an old woman stepped out from between tall rows of corn. She stared at them as if they were aliens, and Cara wondered if her mama really did know these people.
The woman wore a long burgundy dress and no shoes. The wrinkles covering her face looked like a roadmap. The lines took on new twists as she frowned. Though it was July and too hot for a toboggan cap, she had on a black one anyway.
“Grossmammi Levina, Ich bin kumme bsuche. Ich hab aa die Cara mitgebrocht.”
Startled, Cara looked up at her mama.What language did she just speak? Mama wasn’t even good at pig Latin.
The old woman released her apron, and several ears of corn fell to the ground. She hurried up to Mama. “Yvonne?”
Tears brimmed in Mama’s eyes, and she nodded. The older woman squealed, long and loud, before she hugged Mama.
A lanky boy came running from the rows. “Levina, was iss letz?” He stopped short, watching the two women for a moment before looking at Cara.
As he studied her, she wondered if she looked as odd to him as he did to her. She hadn’t seen a boy in long black pants since winter ended, and she’d never seen one wear suspenders and a straw hat.Why would he work a garden in a Sunday dress shirt?
He snatched up the ears of corn the woman had dropped, walked to a wooden wheelbarrow, and dumped them. Cara picked up the rest of the ears and followed him. “You got a name?”
“Ephraim.”
“I can be lots of help if you’ll let me.”
“Ya ever picked corn before?”
Cara shook her head. “No, but I can learn.”
He just stood there, watching her.
She held out her horse to him. “Isn’t she a beauty?”
He shrugged. “Looks a little worn to me.”
Cara slid the horse into her pocket.
Ephraim frowned. “Can I ask you a question?”
She nodded.
“Are you a boy or a girl?”
The question didn’t bother her. She got it all the time at school from new teachers or ones who didn’t have her in their classes. They referred to her as a young man until they realized she wasn’t a boy. She’d learned to make it work for her, like the time she slipped right past the teacher who was the lavatory monitor and went into the boys’ bathroom to teach JakeMerrow a lesson about stealing her milk money. She got her money back, and he never told a soul that a girl gave him a fat lip. “If I say I’m a boy, will ya let me help pick corn?”
Ephraim laughed in a friendly way. “You know, I once had a worn horse like the one you showed me. I kept him in my pocket too, until I lost him.”
Cara shoved the horse deeper into her pocket. “You lost him?”
He nodded. “Probably down by the creek where I was fishing. Do you fish?”
She shook her head. “I’ve never seen a creek.”
“Never seen one?Where are you from?”
“New York City. My mama had to borrow a car for us to get beyond where the subway ends.”
“Well, if you’re here when the workday is done, I’ll show you the creek. We got a rope swing, and if your mama will let you, you can swing out and drop into the deep part. How long are you here for?”
She looked around the place. Her mama and the old woman were sitting under a shade tree, holding hands and talking. Across the road was a barn, and she could see a horse inside it. Green fields went clear to the horizon. She took a deep breath. The air smelled delicious, like dirt, but not city dirt. Like growing-food dirt.Maybe this was where her horse took her when she dreamed. The cornstalks reached for the sky, and her chest felt like little shoes were tap-dancing inside it. She should have known that if her mama liked something, it was worth liking.
“A couple of days, I think.”
Ch a p t e r 1
Twenty years later
Sunlight streamed through the bar’s dirty windows as the lunch crowd filled the place. Cara set two bottles of beer on the table in front of the familiar faces. The regulars knew the rules: all alcoholic drinks were paid for
upon delivery.One of the men held a five-dollar bill toward her but kept his eyes on the television. The other took a long drink while he slid a hundred-dollar bill across the table.
She stared at the money, her heart pounding with desire.Mac kept most of the tip money the waitresses earned, and she’d never been given anything larger than a twenty in her life. The money the customer slid across the table wasn’t just cash but power. It held the ability to fix Lori something besides boiled potatoes for every meal next week.
Would he even notice if I short changed him from such a large amount?
Lines of honesty became blurry as the fight to remain hidden stole everything but mere existence. And her daughter.
Cara loathed that she couldn’t apply for government help and that she had to uproot every few months to stay a few steps ahead of a maniac. Moving always cost money. Fresh security deposits on ever increasing rent. Working time lost as she searched for another job— each one more pathetic than the one before it. “I’ll get your change.”
All of it. She took the money.
“Cara.” Mac’s gruff voice sailed across the room. From behind the bar, he motioned for her. “Phone!” He shook the receiver at her. “Kendal says it’s an emergency.”
Every sound echoing inside the wood-and-glass room ceased. She hurried toward him, snaking around tables filled with people.
“Keep it short.”Mac passed the phone to her and returned to serving customers.
“Kendal, what’s wrong?”
“He found us.” Her friend’s usually icy voice shook, and Cara knew that she was more frightened than she’d been the other times.
How could he after all they’d done to hide? “We got a letter at our new place?”
“No.Worse.” Kendal’s voice quaked. “He was here. Broke the lock and came inside looking for you. He ransacked the place.”
“He what?”
“He’s getting bolder, Cara.”
“We have to call the police.”
“You know we can’t…” Kendal dropped the sentence, and Cara heard her crying.
One of the waitresses plunked a tray of dirty dishes onto the counter. “Get off the phone, princess.”
Cara plugged her index finger into her ear, trying desperately to think. “Where’s Lori?”
“I’m sure they moved her to after-school care.” Through the phone line, Cara heard a car door slam. They didn’t own a car.
A male voice asked, “Where to?”
Cara gripped the phone tighter. “What’s going on?”
Kendal sobbed. “I’m sorry. I can’t take this anymore. All we do is live in fear and keep moving. He’s…he’s not after me.”
“You know he’s trying to isolate me from everyone. Please, Kendal.”
“I…I’m sorry. I can’t help you anymore,” Kendal whispered. “The
cab’s waiting.”
Disbelief settled over her. “How long ago did he break in?”
From behind Cara, a shadow fell across the bar, engulfing her. “Hi, Care Bear.”
She froze. Watching the silhouette, she noted how tiny she was in comparison.
Mike’s thick hand and wrist thudded a book onto the bar beside her. She watched him remove his hand, revealing her diary. “You left me no choice about busting into your place. I was looking for answers about why you keep running off.”
She swallowed a wave of fear and faced him but couldn’t find her voice.
“Johnny’s dead. Now you’re here…with me. ” His massive body loomed over her. “I’d be willing to forget that you ever picked that loser. We could start fresh. Come on, beautiful, I can help you.”
Help me? The only person Mike wanted to help was himself—right into her bed.
“Please…leave me alone.”
Silence fell in the midst of the bar’s noise. Like fireworks shooting out in all directions, thoughts exploded in her mind. But before she could focus, they disappeared into the darkness, leaving only trails of smoke. Fear seemed to take on its own life form, one threatening to stalk her forever.
He tapped her diary. “I know it all now, even where you’d hide if you ran again—which is not happening, right?” The threatening tone in his voice was undeniable, and panic stole her next breath. “I know your
daughter just as well as you do now.What happens if I show up one day after school with a puppy named Shamu?”
Cara’s legs gave way. Without any effort, he held her up by her elbow. After she’d spent years of hide-and-seek in hopes of protecting Lori, now he knew Lori’s name, her school, her likes and dislikes.
Shaking, he looked around for help. Various sizes and shapes of bottles filled the bar’s shelves. The television blared. Blank faces stared at it. The man who had given her the hundred-dollar bill glanced at her before turning
to another waitress.
Apathy hung in the air, thicker than the cigarette smoke, reminding her that there was no help for people like her and Lori. On a good day there were distractions that made them forget for a few hours. Even as her mind whirled, life seemed to move in slow motion. She had no one.
“You know how I feel about you.” His voice softened to a possessive whisper, making her skin crawl. “Why do you gotta make this so tough?” Mike traced the long, jagged scar on the side of her neck. “My patience is gone, Care Bear.”
Where could she hide now? Somewhere she could afford that he wouldn’t know about and couldn’t track her to. A piece of a memory— washed in colorless fog—wavered before her like a sheet hung on the clothesline.
An apron. A head covering. An old woman. Rows of tall corn. He dug his fingers into her biceps. Pain shot through her, and the disjointed thoughts disappeared. “Don’t you dare leave again. I’ll find you. You know I can…every time.” His eyes reflected that familiar mixture of spitefulness and uncertainty as he willed her to do his bidding.
“I call the shots. Not you. Not dear old Johnny. Me.”
But maybe he didn’t. A tender sprig of hope took root. If she could latch onto that memory—if it was even real—she might find a place to go. Somewhere Mike couldn’t find her and she wouldn’t owe the Johnnys of the world her life in exchange for food and shelter. Doubts rippled through her, trying to dislodge her newfound hope. It was probably amovie she’d watched. Remembering any part of her life, anything true, before her mama died seemed as impossible as getting free of Mike. She’d only been eight when hermother was killed by a hit-andrun driver as she crossed a street. Things became so hard after that, anything before seemed like shadows and blurs.
As she begged for answers, faint scenes appeared before her. A kitchen table spread with fresh foods. A warmbreeze streaming through an unfamiliar window. Sheets flapping on a clothesline.Muffled laughter as a boy jumped into a creek.
Was it just a daydream? Or was it somewhere she’d once been, a place she couldn’t reach because she couldn’t remember?
Her heart raced. She had to find the answer.
Mike pulled the phone from her hand, a sneer overriding the insecurity he tried so hard to cover. “You’re more afraid of one thing than anything else. And I know what that is.” He flipped the diary open and tapped his huge finger on a photo of Lori. “If you don’t want nothing to cause the social workers to take her…” He eased the receiver into its cradle. “Think about it, Care Bear.” He strode out the door.
Cara slumped against the counter. No matter how hard she tried, he landed in the same place over and over again—in the clutches of a crazy man she knew from her days in foster care.
In spite of the absurdity of it, she longed for a cigarette. It would help her think and calm her nerves.
Clasped in her fist was the cash the two men had given for their drinks. She rubbed it between her fingers. If she slipped out the back door, no one at Mac’s would have a clue where she went. She could pick up Lori and disappear.
Will Cara find the missing pieces to her past?When she discovers the secret her mother took to her grave, will it separate her from those who could help her?
Ephraim comes to realize who the stranger is that hides in the shadows during the day and sleeps in Levina’s abandoned barn at night.When prejudices and fears cause the community to turn against Cara, will he risk losing every part of his Amish life to rescue her?
Mama, can you tell me yet?” Cara held her favorite toy, stroking the small plastic horse as if it might respond to her tender touch. The brown ridges, designed to look like fur, had long ago faded to tan.
Mama held the well-worn steering wheel in silence while she drove dirt roads Cara had never seen before. Dust flew in through the open windows and clung to Cara’s sweaty face, and the vinyl seat was hot to the touch when she laid her hand against it. Mama pressed the brake pedal, slowing the car to a near stop as they crossed another bridge with a roof over it. A covered bridge, Mama called it. The bumpiness of the wooden planks jarred Cara, making her bounce like she was riding a cardboard box down a set of stairs.
Mama reached across the car seat and ran her hand down the back of Cara’s head, probably trying to smooth out one of her cowlicks. No matter how short Mama cut her hair, she always said the unruly mop won the battle. “We’re going to visit a…a friend of mine. She’s Amish.”
She placed her index finger on her lips. “I need you to do as the mother of Jesus did when it came to precious events. She treasured them in her heart and pondered them. You’ve grown so much since you turned
eight, and you’re a big girl, but you can’t draw pictures or write words about it in your diary, and you can’t ever tell your father, okay?”
Sunlight bore down on them again as they drove out of the covered bridge. Cara searched the fields for horses. “Are we going to your hiding place?”
Cara had a hiding place, one her mother had built for her inside the wall of the attic.They had tea parties in there sometimes when there was money for tea bags and sugar. And when Daddy needed quiet, her mother would silently whisk her to that secret room. If her mama didn’t return for her by nightfall, she’d sleep in there.
Mama nodded. “I told you every girl needs a fun place she can get away to for a while, right?”
Cara nodded.
“Well, this is mine. We’ll stay for a couple of days, and if you like it, maybe we’ll move here one day—just us girls.”
Cara wondered if Mama was so tired of the bill collectors hounding her and Daddy that she was thinking of sneaking away and not even telling him where she was going. The familiar feeling returned—that feeling of her insides being Jell-O on a whirlybird ride. She clutched her toy horse even tighter and looked out the window, imagining herself on a stallion galloping into a world where food was free and her parents were happy.
After they topped another hill, her mother slowed the vehicle and pulled into a driveway. Mama turned off the car. “Look at this place, Cara. That old white clapboard house has looked the same since I used to come here with my mama.”
The shutters hung crooked and didn’t have much paint left on them. “It’s really small, and the shutters make it look like ghosts live here.”
Her mama laughed. “It’s called a Daadi Haus, which means it’s just for grandparents once their children are grown. They only need a small kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. This one has been here for many years.
You’re right—the shutters do make it look dilapidated. Come on.”
Seconds after Cara pushed the passenger door shut, an old woman stepped out from between tall rows of corn. She stared at them as if they were aliens, and Cara wondered if her mama really did know these people.
The woman wore a long burgundy dress and no shoes. The wrinkles covering her face looked like a roadmap. The lines took on new twists as she frowned. Though it was July and too hot for a toboggan cap, she had on a black one anyway.
“Grossmammi Levina, Ich bin kumme bsuche. Ich hab aa die Cara mitgebrocht.”
Startled, Cara looked up at her mama.What language did she just speak? Mama wasn’t even good at pig Latin.
The old woman released her apron, and several ears of corn fell to the ground. She hurried up to Mama. “Yvonne?”
Tears brimmed in Mama’s eyes, and she nodded. The older woman squealed, long and loud, before she hugged Mama.
A lanky boy came running from the rows. “Levina, was iss letz?” He stopped short, watching the two women for a moment before looking at Cara.
As he studied her, she wondered if she looked as odd to him as he did to her. She hadn’t seen a boy in long black pants since winter ended, and she’d never seen one wear suspenders and a straw hat.Why would he work a garden in a Sunday dress shirt?
He snatched up the ears of corn the woman had dropped, walked to a wooden wheelbarrow, and dumped them. Cara picked up the rest of the ears and followed him. “You got a name?”
“Ephraim.”
“I can be lots of help if you’ll let me.”
“Ya ever picked corn before?”
Cara shook her head. “No, but I can learn.”
He just stood there, watching her.
She held out her horse to him. “Isn’t she a beauty?”
He shrugged. “Looks a little worn to me.”
Cara slid the horse into her pocket.
Ephraim frowned. “Can I ask you a question?”
She nodded.
“Are you a boy or a girl?”
The question didn’t bother her. She got it all the time at school from new teachers or ones who didn’t have her in their classes. They referred to her as a young man until they realized she wasn’t a boy. She’d learned to make it work for her, like the time she slipped right past the teacher who was the lavatory monitor and went into the boys’ bathroom to teach JakeMerrow a lesson about stealing her milk money. She got her money back, and he never told a soul that a girl gave him a fat lip. “If I say I’m a boy, will ya let me help pick corn?”
Ephraim laughed in a friendly way. “You know, I once had a worn horse like the one you showed me. I kept him in my pocket too, until I lost him.”
Cara shoved the horse deeper into her pocket. “You lost him?”
He nodded. “Probably down by the creek where I was fishing. Do you fish?”
She shook her head. “I’ve never seen a creek.”
“Never seen one?Where are you from?”
“New York City. My mama had to borrow a car for us to get beyond where the subway ends.”
“Well, if you’re here when the workday is done, I’ll show you the creek. We got a rope swing, and if your mama will let you, you can swing out and drop into the deep part. How long are you here for?”
She looked around the place. Her mama and the old woman were sitting under a shade tree, holding hands and talking. Across the road was a barn, and she could see a horse inside it. Green fields went clear to the horizon. She took a deep breath. The air smelled delicious, like dirt, but not city dirt. Like growing-food dirt.Maybe this was where her horse took her when she dreamed. The cornstalks reached for the sky, and her chest felt like little shoes were tap-dancing inside it. She should have known that if her mama liked something, it was worth liking.
“A couple of days, I think.”
Ch a p t e r 1
Twenty years later
Sunlight streamed through the bar’s dirty windows as the lunch crowd filled the place. Cara set two bottles of beer on the table in front of the familiar faces. The regulars knew the rules: all alcoholic drinks were paid for
upon delivery.One of the men held a five-dollar bill toward her but kept his eyes on the television. The other took a long drink while he slid a hundred-dollar bill across the table.
She stared at the money, her heart pounding with desire.Mac kept most of the tip money the waitresses earned, and she’d never been given anything larger than a twenty in her life. The money the customer slid across the table wasn’t just cash but power. It held the ability to fix Lori something besides boiled potatoes for every meal next week.
Would he even notice if I short changed him from such a large amount?
Lines of honesty became blurry as the fight to remain hidden stole everything but mere existence. And her daughter.
Cara loathed that she couldn’t apply for government help and that she had to uproot every few months to stay a few steps ahead of a maniac. Moving always cost money. Fresh security deposits on ever increasing rent. Working time lost as she searched for another job— each one more pathetic than the one before it. “I’ll get your change.”
All of it. She took the money.
“Cara.” Mac’s gruff voice sailed across the room. From behind the bar, he motioned for her. “Phone!” He shook the receiver at her. “Kendal says it’s an emergency.”
Every sound echoing inside the wood-and-glass room ceased. She hurried toward him, snaking around tables filled with people.
“Keep it short.”Mac passed the phone to her and returned to serving customers.
“Kendal, what’s wrong?”
“He found us.” Her friend’s usually icy voice shook, and Cara knew that she was more frightened than she’d been the other times.
How could he after all they’d done to hide? “We got a letter at our new place?”
“No.Worse.” Kendal’s voice quaked. “He was here. Broke the lock and came inside looking for you. He ransacked the place.”
“He what?”
“He’s getting bolder, Cara.”
“We have to call the police.”
“You know we can’t…” Kendal dropped the sentence, and Cara heard her crying.
One of the waitresses plunked a tray of dirty dishes onto the counter. “Get off the phone, princess.”
Cara plugged her index finger into her ear, trying desperately to think. “Where’s Lori?”
“I’m sure they moved her to after-school care.” Through the phone line, Cara heard a car door slam. They didn’t own a car.
A male voice asked, “Where to?”
Cara gripped the phone tighter. “What’s going on?”
Kendal sobbed. “I’m sorry. I can’t take this anymore. All we do is live in fear and keep moving. He’s…he’s not after me.”
“You know he’s trying to isolate me from everyone. Please, Kendal.”
“I…I’m sorry. I can’t help you anymore,” Kendal whispered. “The
cab’s waiting.”
Disbelief settled over her. “How long ago did he break in?”
From behind Cara, a shadow fell across the bar, engulfing her. “Hi, Care Bear.”
She froze. Watching the silhouette, she noted how tiny she was in comparison.
Mike’s thick hand and wrist thudded a book onto the bar beside her. She watched him remove his hand, revealing her diary. “You left me no choice about busting into your place. I was looking for answers about why you keep running off.”
She swallowed a wave of fear and faced him but couldn’t find her voice.
“Johnny’s dead. Now you’re here…with me. ” His massive body loomed over her. “I’d be willing to forget that you ever picked that loser. We could start fresh. Come on, beautiful, I can help you.”
Help me? The only person Mike wanted to help was himself—right into her bed.
“Please…leave me alone.”
Silence fell in the midst of the bar’s noise. Like fireworks shooting out in all directions, thoughts exploded in her mind. But before she could focus, they disappeared into the darkness, leaving only trails of smoke. Fear seemed to take on its own life form, one threatening to stalk her forever.
He tapped her diary. “I know it all now, even where you’d hide if you ran again—which is not happening, right?” The threatening tone in his voice was undeniable, and panic stole her next breath. “I know your
daughter just as well as you do now.What happens if I show up one day after school with a puppy named Shamu?”
Cara’s legs gave way. Without any effort, he held her up by her elbow. After she’d spent years of hide-and-seek in hopes of protecting Lori, now he knew Lori’s name, her school, her likes and dislikes.
Shaking, he looked around for help. Various sizes and shapes of bottles filled the bar’s shelves. The television blared. Blank faces stared at it. The man who had given her the hundred-dollar bill glanced at her before turning
to another waitress.
Apathy hung in the air, thicker than the cigarette smoke, reminding her that there was no help for people like her and Lori. On a good day there were distractions that made them forget for a few hours. Even as her mind whirled, life seemed to move in slow motion. She had no one.
“You know how I feel about you.” His voice softened to a possessive whisper, making her skin crawl. “Why do you gotta make this so tough?” Mike traced the long, jagged scar on the side of her neck. “My patience is gone, Care Bear.”
Where could she hide now? Somewhere she could afford that he wouldn’t know about and couldn’t track her to. A piece of a memory— washed in colorless fog—wavered before her like a sheet hung on the clothesline.
An apron. A head covering. An old woman. Rows of tall corn. He dug his fingers into her biceps. Pain shot through her, and the disjointed thoughts disappeared. “Don’t you dare leave again. I’ll find you. You know I can…every time.” His eyes reflected that familiar mixture of spitefulness and uncertainty as he willed her to do his bidding.
“I call the shots. Not you. Not dear old Johnny. Me.”
But maybe he didn’t. A tender sprig of hope took root. If she could latch onto that memory—if it was even real—she might find a place to go. Somewhere Mike couldn’t find her and she wouldn’t owe the Johnnys of the world her life in exchange for food and shelter. Doubts rippled through her, trying to dislodge her newfound hope. It was probably amovie she’d watched. Remembering any part of her life, anything true, before her mama died seemed as impossible as getting free of Mike. She’d only been eight when hermother was killed by a hit-andrun driver as she crossed a street. Things became so hard after that, anything before seemed like shadows and blurs.
As she begged for answers, faint scenes appeared before her. A kitchen table spread with fresh foods. A warmbreeze streaming through an unfamiliar window. Sheets flapping on a clothesline.Muffled laughter as a boy jumped into a creek.
Was it just a daydream? Or was it somewhere she’d once been, a place she couldn’t reach because she couldn’t remember?
Her heart raced. She had to find the answer.
Mike pulled the phone from her hand, a sneer overriding the insecurity he tried so hard to cover. “You’re more afraid of one thing than anything else. And I know what that is.” He flipped the diary open and tapped his huge finger on a photo of Lori. “If you don’t want nothing to cause the social workers to take her…” He eased the receiver into its cradle. “Think about it, Care Bear.” He strode out the door.
Cara slumped against the counter. No matter how hard she tried, he landed in the same place over and over again—in the clutches of a crazy man she knew from her days in foster care.
In spite of the absurdity of it, she longed for a cigarette. It would help her think and calm her nerves.
Clasped in her fist was the cash the two men had given for their drinks. She rubbed it between her fingers. If she slipped out the back door, no one at Mac’s would have a clue where she went. She could pick up Lori and disappear.
Will Cara find the missing pieces to her past?When she discovers the secret her mother took to her grave, will it separate her from those who could help her?
Ephraim comes to realize who the stranger is that hides in the shadows during the day and sleeps in Levina’s abandoned barn at night.When prejudices and fears cause the community to turn against Cara, will he risk losing every part of his Amish life to rescue her?
Excerpted from The Hope of Refuge by Cindy Woodsmall Copyright © 2009 by Cindy Woodsmall.
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New York Times bestselling author Cindy Woodsmall is on tour, and she may be coming to a city near you! Don’t miss your opportunity to meet Cindy and have her sign her newest title The Hope of Refuge at one of the following events.
Tuesday, August 11 7 – 8:30pm
Barnes & Noble
5141 Peachtree Parkway, The Forum
Norcross, Georgia 30092
(770) 209-4244
Wednesday, August 12 7 – 8pm
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515 Opry Mills Drive
Nashville, Tennessee 37214
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Thursday, August 13 6 – 8pm
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2540 Futura Pkwy. #135
Plainfield, Indiana 46168
(317) 838-7941
Friday, August 14 6 – 8pm
Barnes & Noble
1550 West 75th
Downers Grove, Illinois 60516
(630) 663-0181
Saturday, August 15 1 – 3pm
Baker Books
2768 East Paris Ave SE
Grand Rapids, Michigan 49546-6139
(616) 957-3110
Sunday, August 16 2 – 4pm
Barnes & Noble Booksellers
3700 Rivertown Parkway Ste. 2058
Grandville, Michigan 49418
(616) 531-1825
Monday, August 17 7 – 8:00pm
Barnes & Noble Booksellers
1739 Olentangy River Road
Columbus, Ohio 43212
(614) 298-9516
Tuesday, August 18 7– 8:30pm
Joseph Beth Booksellers
2705 E. Carson Street
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania 15203
(412) 381-3600
Wednesday, August 19 6 – 8pm
Hackman’s Bible Book Store
1341 Mickley Road
Whitehall, Pennsylvania 18052-4610
(610) 264-8600
Thursday, August 20 1 – 3pm
Rachel’s Country Store (Amish dry goods store)
6352 McClays Mill Road
Newburg, Pennsylvania 17240
(717) 530-9452
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