Let it Sew by Elizabeth Lynn Casey

Author:Elizabeth Lynn Casey [Casey, Elizabeth Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Crafts & Hobbies, Fiction, General, Librarians, Murder, Murder - Investigation, Mystery & Detective, Mystery Fiction, Sewing, South Carolina, Women Librarians, Women Sleuths
ISBN: 9780425251713
Publisher: Penguin Group, USA
Published: 2012-10-20T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

There was something about the sound of women’s chatter that had always made Tori smile, whether she was hiding behind a sofa listening as her great-grandmother played pinochle with the ladies from the neighborhood or simply sitting next to a table teeming with old high school chums at a coffee shop in Chicago. She’d always assumed it was the memory of her great-grandfather covering his ears and his refusal to rat her out that had caused the reaction. But the man had been long gone by the time she’d moved to Chicago and he most certainly wasn’t winking at her in the middle of Rose Winters’s sewing room, either.

Now, looking back, Tori knew it had had nothing to do with anything besides the sound of friendship. It hadn’t mattered that she was merely a witness at the time. Happiness was happiness, and it had a way of making a person smile.

Yet now that she was part of the friendship sound, she couldn’t help seeing the difference. Her smiles of old had been based on hope, while the smile on her face at that very moment was based on insider knowledge. An insider knowledge that filled her heart and made her whole.

“Would you get a look at Victoria, Mama?” Margaret Louise crowed. “She looks as happy as a clam at high tide, don’t she?”

Tori looked to her left in time to see Annabelle Elkin nod her head slowly, the elderly woman’s pronounced cheekbones a near perfect match to those of Margaret Louise’s twin sister, Leona, and the youngest grandchild bouncing on Melissa’s lap in a far corner of the room.

“Happy,” Annabelle repeated in a whisper. “Happy as a clam at high tide.”

“My sister is right. You’re looking even happier than normal, dear,” Leona proclaimed from her spot between Georgina and Beatrice on the sofa beneath the plate glass window overlooking Rose’s famed garden. “Is there something we should know?”

“No, I’m just—”

“Perhaps you’ve rethought the color of our bridesmaid gowns to something more flattering?” Leona lowered her travel magazine to her side and rested a hand atop a sleeping Paris, peering at Tori above the rim of her stylish glasses as she did. “If not, may I suggest a royal blue? I look magnificent in royal blue. Or even a hunter green, which would play up the hint of green in Paris’s eyes?”

“Victoria is not going to select her wedding colors based on a rabbit,” Rose hissed from her cozy armchair beneath the gooseneck lamp. “And you’re one of eight bridesmaids, Leona. What looks spectacular on you might not look spectacular on me or Beatrice or Debbie or Melissa or Dixie or Georgina or Nina or your sister.”

“There’s no need to worry about the ones no one will be looking at, you old goat.” Leona rolled her eyes skyward before bringing them back down to focus on Tori. “I can see that now is not the time to talk details, so if it’s not wedding plans, what has you looking so .

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