Quilt or Innocence by Elizabeth Craig

Author:Elizabeth Craig
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3, pdf
Publisher: Penguin Group, Inc.
Published: 2012-06-04T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Did she feel a certain satisfaction or trepidation about Piper’s revelation about Meadow? She had longed a little for the excitement of Atlanta in comparison to Dappled Hills. Everyone seemed so nice in Dappled Hills. It was all almost too pat—the quilting, the cheerful residents, the daily life centered around the church’s activities, the gardening.

In some ways, it was a relief to find that the little town was every bit as quirky and exciting as the big city had been.

In other ways, though, Beatrice couldn’t help but worry. Piper was getting emotionally close to Meadow’s son. Ash seemed like a nice man and Ramsay was the chief of police, so Ash was probably raised right. But what about Meadow? Was she as open and honest as she seemed? Or was it all a sham to cover up a quick temper . . . and murder? It was very deflating to think that her usual strong instinct for first impressions might have gone so wrong.

Daisy was someone else who was hard to figure out. Judith herself had said that Daisy wasn’t everything she seemed to be. She seemed generous with her time and eager to make Beatrice feel at home and settle into the little town. But Beatrice couldn’t help but feel like she was hiding something. Judith’s taunts the night of the bee had really seemed to affect Daisy. Daisy seemed to put a lot of stock into her quilting and winning quilt shows. What if she wanted to be the best quilter from Dappled Hills? Getting rid of Judith would have been a great way to accomplish that. Or did Judith have some damaging gossip about Daisy? She’d said something about Daisy being dethroned and ending her days of social climbing.

Beatrice hadn’t moved far from her front door since Piper had left, which was why she could hear the rustling sound from the bushes near her porch. She froze. Even if Piper were coming back inside to tell her something, she wouldn’t be coming back by way of the bushes. Beatrice reached over and turned off the front porch lights and decided to wait. She’d had enough anonymous notes to last a lifetime. She stood to the side of her window and found that she could see at an angle across the porch. Her line of sight included the area right in front of her door, which was where the other notes had been. Noo-noo sat next to Beatrice, head cocked to the side and looking puzzled.

After about ten minutes, Beatrice’s waiting was rewarded when she heard a squeaking floorboard and some quiet footsteps on the front porch. Noo-noo gave a low growl, which Beatrice quelled with a warning look at the corgi. Beatrice crept closer to the window and peered slowly around the curtains . . . and saw Georgia gently setting down a glass Nehi bottle with a note sticking out of the top.

As Georgia quickly slipped away, Beatrice released the pent-up breath that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

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