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  "Then why did your father disown you?" Ellie asked.

  "I've thought a lot about that, Ms. Hathaway. I'd have to say that he was doing it out of a sense of personal failure, as if it were his fault that I didn't want to follow in his footsteps. And I think he was terrified that if Katie continued to be exposed to me on a regular basis, I'd somehow corrupt her by introducing her to the English world."

  "Tell us about your relationship with your sister."

  Jacob grinned. "Well, I don't imagine it's that much different than anyone else with a sibling. Sometimes she was my best buddy, and other times she was the world's greatest pain in the neck. She was younger than me by several years, so it became my responsibility to watch over her and teach her how to do certain things around the farm."

  "Were you close?"

  "Very. When you're Amish, family is everything. You're not only together at every meal--you're working side-by-side to make a living." He smiled at Katie. "You come to know someone awfully well when you get up with them at four-thirty every morning to shovel cow manure."

  "I'm sure you do," Ellie agreed. "Were you two the only children?"

  Jacob looked into his lap. "For a while, we had a little sister. Hannah drowned when she was seven."

  "That must have been hard for all of you."

  "Very," Jacob agreed. "Katie and I were minding her at the time, so we always felt the blame fell on our shoulders. If anything, that brought us even closer."

  Ellie nodded in sympathy. "What happened after you were excommunicated?"

  "It was like losing a sister all over again," Jacob said. "One day Katie was there to talk to, and the next she was completely beyond my reach. Those first few weeks at school, I missed the farm and my parents and my horse and courting buggy, but most of all, I missed Katie. Whenever anything had happened to me in the past, she was the one I'd share it with. And suddenly I was in a new world full of strange sights and sounds and customs, and I couldn't tell her about it."

  "What did you do?"

  "Something very un-Amish: I fought back. I contacted my aunt, who'd left the church when she married a Mennonite. I knew she'd be able to get word to my mother and to Katie, without my father hearing about it. My mother couldn't come to see me--it wouldn't be right for her to go against her husband's wishes--but she sent Katie as a goodwill ambassador, about once a month for several years."

  "Are you telling me that she sneaked out of the house, lied to her father, and traveled hundreds of miles to stay with you in a college dormitory?"

  Jacob nodded. "Yes."

  "Come on now," Ellie scoffed. "Going to college is forbidden by the church--but behavior like Katie's is condoned?"

  "At the time, she wasn't baptized yet--so she wasn't breaking any of the rules by eating with me, socializing with me, driving in my car. She was just staying connected to her brother. Yes, she hid her trips from my father--but my mother knew exactly where she was going, and supported it. I never saw it as Katie trying to lie and hurt our family; to me, she was doing the best she could to keep us together."

  "When she came to State College for these visits, did she become--" Ellie smiled at the jury. "Well, for lack of a better term--a party animal?"

  "Far from it. First off, she felt like she stood out like a sore thumb. She wanted to hole up in my apartment and have me read to her from the books I was studying. I could tell she was uncomfortable dressed Plain around all the college students, so one of the first things I did was buy her some ordinary English clothing. Jeans, a couple of shirts. Things like that."

  "But didn't you say that dressing a certain way is one of the rules of the church?"

  "Yes. But, again, Katie hadn't been bapti2ed Amish yet, so she wasn't breaking any rules. There's a certain level of experimentation that Plain folks expect from their children before they settle down to take the baptismal vow. A taste of what's out there. Teenagers who've been brought up Amish will dress in jeans, or hang out at a mall, go to a movie--maybe even drink a few beers."

  "Amish teens do this?"

  Jacob nodded. "When you're about fifteen or sixteen and you come into your running-around years, you join a gang of peers to socialize with. Believe me, many of those Plain kids take up stuff that's a lot riskier than the few things Katie experienced with me at Penn State. We weren't doing drugs, or getting drunk, or party hopping. I wasn't doing that myself, so I certainly wouldn't have been dragging my sister along. I worked very hard to get into college, and I made some wrenching decisions in order to go. My primary reason for being at Penn State was not to fool around, but to learn. Mostly, that's what Katie spent time doing with me." He looked at his sister. "When she came to see me, I considered it a privilege. It was a piece of home, brought all the way to where I was. The last thing I would have wanted to do was scare her away."

  "You sound like you care very much for her."

  "I do," Jacob said. "She's my sister."

  "Tell us about Katie."

  "She's sweet, kind, good. Considerate. Selfless. She does what needs to be done. There is no doubt in my mind that she'll be a terrific wife, a wonderful mother."

  "Yet today she's on trial for murdering an infant."

  Jacob shook his head. "It's crazy, is all. If you knew her, if you knew how she'd been brought up, you'd realize that the very thought of Katie murdering another living being is ridiculous. She used to catch spiders crawling up the walls in the house, and set them outside instead of just killing them." He sighed. "There's no way for me to make you understand what it means to be Plain, because most people can't see past the buggies and the funny clothes to the beliefs that really identify the Amish. But a murder charge--well, it's an English thing. In the Amish community there's no murder or violence, because the Amish know from the time they're babies that you turn the other cheek, like Christ did, rather than take vengeance into your own hands."

  Jacob leaned forward. "There's this little acronym I was taught in grade school--it's J-O-Y. It's supposed to make Plain children remember that Jesus is first, Others come next, and You are last. The very first thing you learn as an Amish kid is that there's always a higher authority to yield to--whether it's your parents, the greater good of the community, or God." Jacob stared at his sister. "If Katie found herself with a hardship, she would have accepted it. She wouldn't have tried to save herself at the expense of another person. Katie's mind just wouldn't have gone there; wouldn't have even conjured up killing that baby as some kind of solution--because she doesn't know how to be that selfish."

  Ellie crossed her arms. "Jacob, do you recognize the name Adam Sinclair?"

  "Objection," George said. "Relevance?"

  "Your Honor, may I approach?" Ellie asked. The judge motioned the two lawyers closer. "If you give me a little leeway, Judge, this line of questioning will eventually make itself clear."

  "I'll allow it."

  Ellie posed the question a second time. "He's my absentee landlord," Jacob answered. "I rent a house from him in State College."

  "Did you have a personal relationship prior to your business relationship?"

  "We were acquaintances."

  "What was your impression of Adam Sinclair?"

  Jacob shrugged. "I liked him a lot. He was older than most of the other students, because he was getting his doctorate. He's certainly brilliant. But what I really admired in him was the fact that--like me--he was at Penn State to work, rather than play."

  "Did Adam ever have the chance to meet your sister?"

  "Yes, several times, before he left the country to do research."

  "Did he know that Katie is Amish?"

  "Sure," Jacob said.

  "When was the last time you spoke to Adam Sinclair?"

  "Almost a year ago. I send my rent checks to a property management company. As far as I know, Adam's still in the wilds of Scotland."

  Ellie smiled. "Thank you, Jacob. Nothing further."

  George tucked his hands in his pockets and frowned at the open file on