The Shunning Page #3

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I prayed and prayed for God to

take the songs out of my heart,

but I can't

get rid of them.

I don't understand

why he'd put music

in your heart and

not let ya sing it.

But it ain't

just the songs. Is it?

He understood me, Mary.

Like no one else.

Some mornings I wake up

and look out my window

and expect to see him

walking down the road.

The river took him, Katie.

It's been three years now!

God called

Daniel Fisher home.

But they never found him.

Katie, he's gone.

You have to accept it.

But God has

given you a new man,

a man that any

single gal in this county

would be honored

to call her own.

It's time you

accept that, too.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SNIFFLING)

I got your prescription,

Mrs. Bennett.

I'm fine for now.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Don't you want to

stay ahead of the pain?

Maybe later.

Were there any messages

at the front desk?

None.

Speaking of messages,

Mr. Bennett's been starting to

leave them for me every hour.

He's worried.

You've been avoiding

his calls since we got here.

When are you going

to tell him why we're here?

I don't know.

Soon, maybe.

Since the Amish don't have

phones, please finish your lunch

and then go back

down and check again

to see if anyone left a

message at the front desk.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Oh!

I might as well

get it over with.

Hi, Dylan.

Laura, thank God.

It's been two weeks.

I'm your husband,

I deserve more than

a text message

every other day.

I know.

I'm sorry we haven't talked.

No, sorry is "I forgot

to make dinner reservations."

I was seconds from calling out the

National Guard to come look for you.

You're right. We've just been so busy.

With what?

I get that you love the Amish,

but what's so fascinating there

that you can't pick up the phone

and let me know that you're okay?

Nothing.

And everything.

I don't even know

what that means.

But what I do know is that you shouldn't

be traipsing all over the country.

I want you to come home.

You need to be home.

I'm not ready yet.

I still have something to do and

I can't tell you about it yet.

I thought husbands and wives are

supposed to share everything.

I just need you to trust me

for a few more days.

And then if you want, you can

come and get me yourself.

All right.

You know I love you.

I love you, too.

We'll talk soon.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

I suppose you

know why I came by.

Figuring it had

something to do

with all that

singing business.

A confession is

a redemptive thing, Katie.

It's good for the soul.

I guess you already know that

I've been singing English songs.

And I've been

fibbing to my dat, too.

He told me to get

rid of my guitar,

but I've been

playing it in secret.

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