How to Knit a Murder by Sally Goldenbaum

Author:Sally Goldenbaum
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2018-09-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Izzy had gone up to the apartment that day, just to be sure Rose was okay.

Rose had come back from the police station earlier and told them about living in Sea Harbor years before, about Spencer Paxton’s role in her life. About hating herself, about her near despair, and finally, about growing whole again. Stella and Birdie had helped Rose fill in some of the difficult parts.

Later, when Izzy went up to check on her, Rose was sitting on the couch. Purl was curled up in her lap, purring contentedly. And even Rose looked content. Soft music played in the background and a candle burned on the coffee table.

But her face was flushed and damp from tears. Izzy had sat down for a while, leaning into the soft cushions.

Rose pointed to a familiar quote, framed and hanging on the wall. One she had shared with them before. One Birdie had quoted, too. “You are braver than you believe . . .”

“Wise words,” Izzy said. Rose nodded. “I’ll be fine, Izzy,” she said.

* * *

Izzy parked her car and walked across the lot to the Canary Cove Arts Association building, her thoughts on Rose Woodley Chopra. And on a beautiful little blonde girl named Abby. The daughter whom Izzy’s life revolved around. She thought of girls and boys growing up and going through adolescence, and her emotions spilled over, her heart full of Rose and her pain—for what had been.

Yes, she thought now. Rose would be okay. But not without some pain along the way. She checked her watch, and realized she was late. She hurried along the sidewalk.

The Arts building, a small one-story structure, sat on the edge of the Canary Cove galleries adjacent to the main parking lot. It housed an information desk, a business office, and a multipurpose room in the back.

Jane and Ham Brewster were the ones who had suggested the room be used for the fall fiber arts show they were preparing, a more neutral spot than any of the individual galleries.

And it had been a good decision, Izzy thought as she walked through the double doors. Bree was already there, lugging a heavy ladder across the floor. Nell followed behind her with a tape measure and pad of paper. It was too early to mount or hang anything, but time to determine the best way to exhibit all the art.

Izzy tossed her jacket to the side and joined them, looking up at the tall ceiling, the lights, the windows. “I think my sea creatures will swim gracefully from up there,” she said. She took the tape measure and climbed up with Nell standing below, recording measurements.

“Jane said anything goes, as long as we don’t punch holes in the wall,” Birdie called out from a table near the wall.

Bree moved some heavy pieces of mounting materials to the side, then walked over and leaned against the wall, watching the women work.

“Small but mighty,” Birdie said to her, and Bree laughed, bending her arm and showing a formidable muscle.

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