Elizabeth started to open the dictionary to look it up, but stopped. She hadn"t raised three daughters and ten granddaughters without seeing that facial expression and posture hundreds of times. "George, get out."
"Why?"
"Because there are some things that a gentleman leaves a lady to do in private." Elizabeth glared at him and he backed away.
"Well, all right, you don"t have to get nasty about it," he muttered as he walked away. "Bossy females."
Elizabeth knew the Blanton farm well. She and Mary had spent many an afternoon in the garden complaining about their menfolk. She knew exactly where the toilet in the barn was, and she quickly led Anna to it. She had banished George because the toilet stall was just that: a horse stall with a toilet in it. It had been built that way because there was normally only one, or at most two people in the barn at any given time. And since it was mostly men, they usually had their backs to the rest of the barn anyway.
Anna looked at the white porcelain fixture with a mixture of awe and confusion written clearly across her face. Elizabeth almost laughed. "What did you expect, a board with a hole in it over a hole in the ground?" It didn"t bother her at all that Anna couldn"t understand her. She walked forward and lifted her skirt, then took care of her own needs first. Then she flushed the toilet and waved Anna toward it.
The girl was clearly unsure, but also clearly about to burst. The feel of the smooth, cool plastic seat was a surprise from the look on her face. When she was done, she pushed the handle and watched the water swirl away. Her eyes were wide as she turned back to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth had been busy with the dictionary while Anna had been occupied, and said, "Kommen mit mir." She hoped that it really meant, "Come with me." From Anna"s reaction, it did, and the two of them walked up to the house. George opened the door as they climbed the steps and ushered them through, closing and locking the door behind them. "Phone"s working, Beth."
"Oh, good. I have to call Jimmy." Elizabeth quickly grabbed the phone and called her son. She related the details of what they had found out about the girl, chattering a mile a minute.
George glanced over and saw the girl watching Elizabeth talk on the phone. The look on her face said clearly enough what she was thinking. Mad. She was trapped by people who were totally mad. It was more than he could stand, and he burst out laughing. That earned him an even more troubled look from Anna, and a reprimand from Beth.
"George, what"s gotten into you?"
"Her," he gasped, waving at Anna. "The look on her face, seeing you talking to yourself like a loony."
"I was not talking to myself, George Blanton." Elizabeth planted her fists on her hips and glared at him while he continued laughing.
"She doesn"t know that. She really doesn"t know that Jim was on the other end of the phone. She was just standing there, watching you have a conversation with no one. I swear, she was about to run back out of the house."
Elizabeth stopped snapping at George and looked at Anna. Sure enough, Anna looked like she was about to run away. Quickly grabbing her dictionary, Elizabeth looked up some words. "That; das. Is; ist. Our; unser. Way; weg. To; zu. Speak: oh, this is better. To speak to; ansprechen. Someone; irgendeiner. Far away; weit weg."
Anna looked at her as if she had grown horns.
"That book ain"t going to do us much good for explaining things like phones or radio or TV. The girl doesn"t have the background to understand. h.e.l.l, Beth, you and I both remember when TV first came out. Movies in the home. What a wonder, and we had had radio all our lives. If what you tell me is true, then she doesn"t know what radio is or even that sound propagates in waves. If you showed her, she would probably think it was a demon." He paused and smiled. "Been known to think of the phone as a demon myself now and again."
Elizabeth gave him a sour look, but nodded. "Kommen mit mir, Anna," she said softly. She led Anna into the kitchen and flipped on the light. Anna"s reaction to that was almost comical, but Elizabeth didn"t laugh. "Sit," she commanded, waving toward a chair, and Anna obeyed. George suspected that Anna hadn"t understood the word, but had understood the gesture.
Over the next hour Elizabeth tried to explain a little of what they knew, fumbling through the dictionary over and over again when Anna clearly didn"t understand what she meant. It was only the ringing of the phone that finally distracted her.
George answered the phone while Elizabeth and Anna looked at him. After saying "h.e.l.lo," George just nodded and occasionally grunted his agreement with whoever was on the other end. Then he hung up.
"Beth, that was Jim. He wants you to stay here tonight."
"Why didn"t you let me talk to him?" Elizabeth asked angrily.
George stopped and looked puzzled for a moment, then shrugged. "Didn"t think to. Anyway, I agree with his reasoning. It"s getting dark, and he doesn"t want you to drive home alone. I"d like you to stay and help with Anna. She seems to have taken a shine to you."
Elizabeth nodded and said, "All right." Then she looked at Anna. "The first thing that we need to do is to get you cleaned up." Nodding sharply once, she stood and grabbed Anna"s hand, and led her to the bathroom.
What followed would forever be a mystery to George. There was a lot of shouting in German, more shouting in English, some splashing and banging, and finally silence. The door opened a crack and Elizabeth looked out. Her hair looked like she had been in a tornado. She was splattered with water, and there were flecks of soap foam liberally dispersed around her face. And her dress was in her hand with a wad of other clothes. "Go wash and dry these, George, and get us some robes."
George raised an eyebrow, but took the bundle. Robes? The only robe that he had was his own. He got to thinking and went to the linen closet. No robes, but there were those huge bath sheets that Dave had gotten. They would have to do. He handed them to Elizabeth and went to the laundry room.
Anna"s clothes felt like linen and wool, and he wondered which cycle he should use. Then he looked closer and shrugged. Her dress was already badly torn. Beth"s dress was good cotton, so he just threw them all in together and pressed start.
Anna and Elizabeth were sitting in the living room when he came back. Elizabeth was brushing her hair and looking smug. Anna was pouting and looked as angry as a wet kitten. George wisely kept his mouth shut.
He looked at the TV and the satellite receiver and shrugged. No sports tonight. Or maybe ever again, for that matter. He sighed and looked at the video collection on the shelves to his left. He looked at Anna and Elizabeth, then back to the tapes, and nodded to himself. They needed a distraction, and so did he. And he knew just what he wanted to see.
Anna sat up straight when the TV came on and looked startled and frightened when the pictures started flickering across its face, and then mesmerized when the movie began. The Sound of Music rang through the house, and Anna seemed to be fascinated by it in spite of the language difference. She listened to the singing and hummed along, much to George"s annoyance. She gasped when the wonders of another world were displayed for her. And fell asleep on the couch before the second tape.
George and Elizabeth noticed and shared a smile. When the washing machine buzzed, Elizabeth went to put the clothes in the dryer. And when the dryer buzzed near the end of the second tape, she smiled and waited until the end before getting up. "That was nice, George," she said as she went to get her clothes.
George nodded and turned off the TV and VCR and put the tapes away. Anna was curled up like a kitten on the couch, and was showing far more leg than he could ignore. She was a pretty little thing, and just thinking of what had almost happened to her made his blood boil. There was a quilt over the back of the couch, and he gently pulled it over her, tucking her in carefully to avoid waking her.
Elizabeth said good night and headed to the guest room while George made sure the doors were locked and the generator had plenty of fuel. Then he went to his room, propping the M-14 beside his bed.
Morning was heralded by the arrival of Jim Reardon and his family. All seven of them. Anna stared as the group of lunatics swarmed around her asking questions, clearly not understanding what was happening. Elizabeth"s bellow was rewarded by total silence.
"Marge, Lizzy, Melody, fix something to eat. Jimmy, sit down. You boys go perch somewhere. Honestly, you have no manners."
George was standing by the stairs, watching with wide eyes as Elizabeth corralled her herd. Once things had settled down, he went to the kitchen. The tattletale on his incoming line was on, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Going to the porch, he shut down the generator, then switched on the main breaker. The lights flickered a little, but hardly anyone noticed. They were all focused on Anna, who was still seated on the couch, wrapped in the quilt.
"Beth, I think the boys and I ought to excuse ourselves while you women see to Anna. If I"m not mistaken, that"s her towel there on the floor."
Elizabeth looked startled for a moment, then embarra.s.sed. "Boys, outside. Right now."
There wasn"t even one objection to her order and George was soon out at the barn with Jimmy, Jim III, Bill and Alex.
Jimmy looked at him as he leaned against the truck. "George, what have you heard?"
"Only what you and Beth have told me."
Jimmy nodded and propped himself against the door. "That"s about all anyone knows right now. Dad"s history books hardly mention this era. It wasn"t one of his interests. The encyclopedia says that we"re smack-dab in the center of the Thirty Years War." He paused when Melody ran out of the house, opened the trunk of the car, then ran back inside. "Mom said that Anna"s dress was torn, so we brought some of the girls" stuff with us. She looks to be about Mel"s size. Anyway, the teachers are researching what they can. All we know is that there are a bunch of mercenaries led by someone called Count Tilly raping and pillaging their way across Europe. And we are in their path." Jimmy paused for a moment, then cleared his throat. "Uh, George, do you still have Dave"s stash?"
George nodded. "Up in the loft. Why?"
"We may need it."
Elizabeth shouted from the porch, stopping their conversation as she called them back into the house. George almost didn"t recognize Anna at first. She was dressed in a modest blue dress that he had seen Melody wear to church a few times, and her hair had been brushed out and tied up in a simple ponytail. Little Jim, Bill and Alex immediately went silent, but their wide eyes said volumes. Volumes that their mother and grandmother could read immediately.
"Boys, go set the table," Elizabeth ordered, and they reluctantly obeyed, looking back at the pretty girl until the kitchen wall got in the way.
George really couldn"t blame the boys. She was a beautiful girl, a stranger, and fit right in between them in age. As the old saying went, "I saw her first." He felt a chuckle building and finally let it loose.
Jimmy looked at him and grinned. "Yeah."
Elizabeth almost snarled at them both. "That"s enough. Anna, come here," she commanded, waving to her side, and Anna obeyed. "After we eat, we have to go to the high school and see how her parents are doing. Marge says that her father is in bad shape."
Jimmy looked around. "It"s going to be a tight fit in the car."
"I can take the boys with me in the truck, Jim."