Part
1
I
thought I might tell you what's been happening the last couple of weeks. It all started one day when Mitch came into
town to pick me up from school. Justin usually brought Rosa and me home, but he
was working late and he had a school board meeting to attend that night. Mr.
Foster and his family had been unexpectedly called back east for some family
emergency and we had a new substitute teacher who had only moved to town a few months
ago.
School
had let out, but Johnny, Cory, and I had been in a fight during recess and had
to stay after to help clean up. You see, during recess Johnny had started
teasing Rosa. Rosa, the peacemaker she is, tried to ignore him and asked me to
do the same. I was trying my best but when he pulled her braids hard enough to
bring quick tears to her eyes, I had had enough. I jumped up and punched him
square in the face. Startled, Johnny stumbled backwards and fell on the ground,
blood spurting from his nose.
But
he certainly didn’t stay startled for long! He jumped right back up and pushed
me down into the dirt. "If you weren't a girl, you would have a bloody
nose yourself!" Johnny exclaimed.
Cory
ran over from where he had been playing ball with the other boys. “Andi, are you
alright? What did he do to you?" he asked, helping me stand.
"I'm
fine. He just pushed me down after I punched him for being mean to Rosa." Cory
turned to Johnny. "So, now you’re gonna start being mean to girls,
Johnny?" He exclaimed as he punched Johnny in the eye.
I
blushed. Cory didn't know about the time Johnny had kissed me.
At
just that moment the substitute teacher came out. I was glad she had come
because I knew that if she hadn’t, well . . . Cory and Johnny would have gotten
into a real fight and one of them could have gotten hurt.
We,
all three of us, were made to stay after school as a punishment. I looked out the window and saw Mitch pull up
in the buggy.
I
walked up to the teacher's desk. “Miss Martin, my brother is here to pick Rosa
and me up from school,” I said. “May I
go down and tell him why we will be a while?'
“No,
you may not.” She turned to Rosa “You may go and tell Mr. Carter why Andi is going to be late.”
Rosa
nodded and hurried down the stairs, and I went back to cleaning the blackboard
and the erasers.
Just
as I was finishing the blackboard, I heard Mitch's footsteps pounding up the
stairs. I am going to be in big
trouble. I thought.
Just
then, Mitch walked into the room, with Rosa right behind him. Miss Martin looked up as Mitch walked in, but
his eyes were on me. “Andi, come here,”
he said.
I
obeyed, dreading the scolding I knew was
coming. As I began to walk towards
Mitch, Miss Martin stood up.
“Mr.
Carter, Andi is helping me tonight as punishment for a fight she got into at recess.
I ask you to please not intervene.”
Mitch
looked toward Miss Martin as though just now realizing she was in the room. He
didn’t speak.
I
looked at my brother and was startled to see the expression on his face. Uh-oh! A disturbing thought wormed its
way into my head. Does Mitch like the substitute
teacher, Miss Martin?
Part
2
All
the way home Mitch was unusually quiet. I was glad in a way, because he seemed
to forget about me getting into a fight and having to stay after school. But I
knew the only reason he was so quiet was because he was thinking about Miss
Martin.
Why, oh why did I
have to get into that fight? I thought to myself. If I hadn't, Mitch would most likely not have seen Miss
Martin.
As
we pulled into the lane leading to our ranch I turned to Mitch. “Can I help you
unhitch the buggy?” I asked.
Mitch
turned and grinned at me. “No, you had better go straight into the house and
change out of your school dress. You know Chad always has a bunch of chores
waiting for you when you get home.”
I
felt relived. At least he's not mad at me.
As we pulled up in front of the house, Rosa jumped out and ran inside. I was
just about to follow her when Mitch said, “How long has Miss Martin been
teaching at school?”
“Oh,
about three weeks. Why?”
Mitch
shrugged. “No particular reason. Does she come to church? I've never noticed
her before.”
I
sighed. “Yes, Mitch, she comes to church. Is there anything else you want to
know about her?”
Mitch
smiled. “No, Andi, you can go ahead and do your chores.”
I
walked slowly into the house, changed my clothes, and walked slowly back out to
the barn.
What would it be
like if Mitch got married?
I thought the entire time I was doing my chores. Next to Justin, Mitch was my
favorite brother. He listened to me, took time for me, helped me with my
chores, listened to my worries about growing up, and wasn't bossy like Chad. Mitch can't get married! I thought. He just can't!
All
week I dreaded Sunday. I wondered why no one else seemed to notice Mitch’s
absent-mindedness. Maybe I'm just
imagining it, I told myself. But no,
there was no way even I could imagine
something like that.
After
church on Sunday, I watched to see what Mitch would do. Sure enough, he walked
up to Miss Martin and began talking to her. I groaned. This was not going well.
When we were ready to head home from church, Mitch wasn't with us. When I asked
where he was, Justin said he was seeing someone home. Then Justin looked at
Chad, and a knowing look passed between them. I got the feeling they had known
about Mitch but had never let on.
Over
the next few weeks it seemed as though Mitch found an excuse to be in town
almost every day. And he mysteriously
disappeared every Saturday and after church on Sunday. Finally, I decided this
had gone on long enough. Mitch was not going to get married. Not if I could help it.
One
Saturday I decided I was going to go along with Mitch when he went to see Miss
Martin. I had already chosen my hiding place: the luggage compartment at the
back of the buggy. From there I could hear everything that was being said, but
no one could see me. I had told Chad I had something planned for the day, and
that I would be home before supper.
Chad
looked at me suspiciously, but he said that as long as I had my chores done it
would be fine.
As
Mitch got in the buggy and started down the road I began to feel uneasy. I mean
. . . this was Mitch I was spying
on. Plus, it was very uncomfortable in
the luggage compartment.
After
about twenty minutes the buggy stopped and Mitch got out. I heard Miss Martin's
voice and felt the buggy sway as Mitch helped her in. Then we began to drive
again. For a while they talked about nothing in particular then I heard Mitch
say very clearly.
“Who
would I have to ask permission from to have your hand in marriage?”
Before
I could hear another word, I threw the lid off the luggage compartment and showed
my face. “You can't get married!” I
exclaimed.
Mitch
reined in the startled horses and both sets of eyes turned toward me.
Part 3
“Andi!
What are you doing here?” Mitch exclaimed. Miss Martin's face was flushed and
she was looking down at her hands.
“Well
. . . I-I wanted to t-talk to you, Mitch,” I stuttered.
“Well,
you're going to talk to me alright. You sit in the back seat while I take Miss
Martin home. Then you and I will have a nice, long
talk.”
The
tone of his voice was enough to make me dread the coming talk; the glare he
gave me was even worse. “I'm sorry, Mitch. I'm sorry Miss Martin,” I managed to
say. Then I sat down and gazed at the passing fields as though my life depended
on it.
Mitch
turned to Miss Martin. “I'm truly sorry about this. I had no idea Andrea was
with us. We'll continue this talk later. How about tomorrow?”
Miss
Martin smiled at Mitch. “That's alright. I know it isn't your fault. And, yes,
tomorrow sounds fine.”
After
Mitch dropped Miss Martin off at her house, he drove back to the ranch in
silence. When we got to the barn he quickly unhitched the horses, put them out
in the paddock, then turned to me. “Follow me, Andrea,” he said.
I
swallowed hard Mitch rarely used my full name.
When he did, I knew I was in big trouble.
He
walked to the creek then motioned for me to sit down. “What in the world were
you doing? You know better than to
spy on me.” He looked at me straight in the eyes. “What punishment do you think you deserve?”
he asked.
Before
I could say that maybe Mother should think up the punishment, Mitch went on. ”You
will stay in your room at all times other than school this next week. And you
will stay there for one hour doing nothing. No, homework, no sewing, no,
writing, no, reading. That should give you time to think about the seriousness
of what you have done.”
I
burst into tears.
“Andrea,
you know better than to cry over a punishment.” Mitch's voice was hard.
“I-I'm
not. I don't care about the punishment . . . much.” The “no sewing” part sure
didn’t bother me, anyway. And Mitch’s idea of a punishment for my rude behavior
was much better than what Mother would have thought up.
“Then
what is it?”
“Oh,
Mitch,” I sobbed. “I don't want you to get married. I want things to stay as
they always have. I can't imagine living at the ranch without you here. Everything's
changing, and I hate it!”
Just
then, Mitch reached over and put a gentle arm around my shoulders. “Andi, why
didn't you just talk to me about this? I love you and I don't want to hurt you.
Remember the time you, Cory, and Jenny went with me on that trip into the
mountains?”
I
nodded.
“Well,
remember how you and I talked about growing up? And you were saying how much
you didn't want to grow up?”
I
nodded again.
“Well,
like it or not, everyone grows up. You are becoming a young lady, not a child
anymore. Everyone's life goes on. You can't stop it just because you don't
like. You need to accept change because, like it or not, it's here to stay. I am
planning on asking Abigail—Miss Martin—to marry me. Now, it will be at least
another year before the wedding. And when we do marry, we will be coming to
live here. I will continue to help Chad with the ranch just like before. The
only difference will be that you will have a new sister-in-law living here
also.” Mitch chuckled “I think you will like her better as a sister than as a
teacher.”
I smiled. “I'm really sorry, Mitch. I will
tell Miss Martin I’m sorry at church tomorrow. It will take some getting used
to—the thought of you being engaged—but I will try my hardest.”
Mitch
grinned. “That's my girl. Now, what do you say we go back to the house and you
get changed? You are filthy! But at least you had enough sense to wear a dress
when you interrupted my courting . . . and not overalls!”
I
looked down at my wrinkled, muddy dress and grinned. “Sure. Mitch.”
The
next day was Sunday. After church I walked up to Miss Martin. “I'm really sorry
for what I did and said yesterday. Mitch and I had a talk, and I hope you will
say 'yes' when he asks to marry you.” Then I shyly added “I'd like calling you Abigail
instead of Miss Martin.”
Miss
Martin blushed. “I forgive you, Andi, and I am planning on saying 'yes'
when
your brother asks me. As for calling me Abigail, how about we wait until we are
actually married to call me that? Could you imagine what all my pupils at
school would say if you suddenly started calling me that?”
We
both laughed.
Miss
Martin did say “yes” when Mitch asked her to marry him, and the wedding is set
for a year from now. I am fine with it now. I mean, a year is a long ways off.
But when that time does come, I'll be more than ready to call Miss Martin “Abigail.”
You
know, this makes me start thinking about my wedding day. I wonder who I'll
marry? But, plenty of time to think about that. It's a long, long way off!
The End
I still am not used to Mitch getting married. I like the story though!!!😆
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