Chapters (74)
- Cover
- Praise for Lynn Austin
- Also by Lynn Austin
- Epigraph
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- CHAPTER 52
- CHAPTER 53
- CHAPTER 54
- CHAPTER 55
- CHAPTER 56
- CHAPTER 57
- CHAPTER 58
- CHAPTER 59
- CHAPTER 60
- CHAPTER 61
- CHAPTER 62
- CHAPTER 63
- EPILOGUE
- CHAPTER 1
- A Note from the Author
- Acknowledgments
- Discussion Questions
- About the Author
As she’d feared, there were days when being in such close quarters got on everyone’s nerves. There also were days when the women managed to laugh as they told stories to each other and read aloud from the books Mrs. Mulder brought. Every once in a while, Mrs. Mulder brought an underground newspaper for them to read, and Miriam wondered if her friends Ans and Eloise had contributed to it. As long as there were no visitors at the farm, Miriam was able to play her muted violin, which caused a great commotion among the chickens but brought smiles of delight to her fellow refugees.
“Has Betsie always been this quiet?” Miriam asked Julie one day when they were alone. “I’ve noticed she rarely talks.”
“Only since we went into hiding,” Julie said. “She misses our brother. They were very close. She wanted to go into hiding with him and Abba instead of with Mama and me, but it was impossible.”
Miriam’s winter cold worsened as the weather grew colder, until the pain in her chest became unbearable. She couldn’t sit up or stagger to the outhouse without help. The simple trip there and back exhausted her. She felt as though she was burning up, yet at the same time, she couldn’t stop shivering. Sleep brought wild, feverish dreams.
“Christina has developed a very high fever,” she heard Lies telling Mrs. Mulder one evening. “I think Dr. Elzinga should come. I fear she may have pneumonia.”
Miriam was only vaguely aware of the white-haired doctor kneeling on the mattress in the tiny space, examining her. She tried to talk, but it brought on a spell of coughing and such terrible, searing pain that she curled into a ball, holding her ribs.
“I need to take her to a hospital,” he said.
Miriam tried to say goodbye to the other women and to thank the Mulders for helping her, but she couldn’t draw enough air to speak without coughing. A heavy boot kicked her in the chest each time she drew a breath. She knew she was very ill, and she longed to see Avi one last time and to hold Elisheva in her arms, to kiss them once more before she died. Avi had begged her to hang on to life and to survive so they could be together again someday, but maybe it was better to let go and slip away from the pain. She would see her loved ones again in the World to Come.