Scandal...at the Willamina Quilt Show by Patsy Brookshire

Author:Patsy Brookshire [Brookshire, Patsy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Quilting, Romantic Suspense, Murder - Investigation, Contemporary Women's Fiction, Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction
ISBN: 9781601741585
Publisher: Uncial Press
Published: 2013-04-12T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

Putting it together, and taking it apart.

I felt remarkably light the next morning. Glad I'd not given in to the lusty feeling that Len always aroused in me. My curiosity about sex with him remains a mystery. I had been hoping to prove my theory that mature sex would be more satisfying than when I was barely twenty. Experience does, in the long run, trump the ingénue.

I ate cold cereal and toast, and coffee. Took a quick shower and dressed in khaki pants and a yellow tee shirt. The chief had told me that I was also lucky because the fire had whooshed up the chimney and quickly burned itself out before filling the house up with smoke. But, still, I would be glad to be away from the faint reminder. Who knew what today would entail? How Tom got dead in the back yard of the quilt cottage? Police activity? And the quilting.

I was rather anticipating the quilting, spurred by yesterday's purchase of fabric. And intrigued, trying not to be dismayed by Magda's statement, "You won't know whether it all works until it is done."

I filled the food and water dishes for Prince Charming, cleaned the litter box and locked the cat door. I didn't like him wandering without me at home, nor did I want another creature using it for entry. When I left I could see him sitting on the sill of the laundry room window, watching me.

When I arrived at Magda's home, her first words when she opened the door were, "You won't believe what that stupid woman has done!"

My mind reeled with the possibilities of which stupid woman she could mean. "Who? What?" I took off my coat and laid it over the back of a dining room chair.

Sam came down the hallway from his room. "I'd guess you are talking about the Quilt Show snafu?"

"How's that?"

Magda said, "The new girlfriend--okay, maybe she's his wife--who took over scheduling the wrestling meets doesn't even know we exist. I guess. Maybe she hates women who sew." She must have seen my eyebrows lowering, because she came to the point. "She's got us sharing the same space, at the same time."

"Oh. Well, just get her to change it."

"Can't. It's printed up on posters already. Gotta give it to those wrestlers, they do promo good."

"So, she gave 'em a date and didn't check the calendar?"

"Yes. Can't blame her. Wasn't on there. It's always been the same, second weekend in November. She's new so didn't know it. She's not a quilter." This last was said with a dismissive shake of her shoulders.

"A real outsider, huh?" I felt protective of this woman I didn't even know.

Magda looked at me with that lowered head.

Sam, standing just behind her, grinned and made a face at me that said, let it go. He was right. This little venting of my resistance was getting me nowhere. "Are we going to get some quilting done today? I'm ready to work."

That got her attention. "I'm ready. We have about an hour before I have to go to the police station.

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