Missing Memories by Carol Dean Jones

Author:Carol Dean Jones [Jones, Carol Dean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carol Dean Jones
Published: 2016-03-26T07:00:00+00:00

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Anna and Katie were in the storage room sorting through a new shipment of fabrics when they heard the tinkling of the bells on the door, indicating that someone had come into the shop. “I’ll be right with you,” Anna called as she placed the fabric bolt she was holding back into the container.

“Take your time,” the familiar voice responded. “I’ll just be looking around.”

“Sarah,” Anna exclaimed as she came out of the back room. “I thought that was you. What are you doing here so early? Isn’t your class at three?” She wanted to ask if Charles had found out anything about the investigation, but she didn’t want to bring up a gloomy subject first thing.

“I’ve had an idea for a wall hanging for Charles’ computer room. His birthday is in July, the fourth actually, and I got to thinking about a log cabin design in shades of blue with red centers and a white tone on tone. I was looking at these blue batiks, but I’d only need a strip of each one.” In fact, Sarah was searching for something to take her mind away from her constant thoughts about Ruth. She had awakened with a start in the middle of the night after having a horrible dream involving her friend. She couldn’t seem to stop imagining what might be happening to her.

Neither woman spoke of Ruth.

“I have just the thing,” Anna responded enthusiastically. “It just came in,” she added as she hurried toward the storage room. “I’ll be right back.” She didn’t return immediately, but when she did, she carried a small roll of fabric which she handed to Sarah. “This is a roll of 2 ½” strips, all batiks, and all different shades of blue. That’s probably more than you’ll need for a wall hanging, but it would offer you lots of variety.” Sarah noticed that when she returned her eyes were red and swollen.

“This is exactly what I need, and I’ll just add the leftovers to my batik collection. I want to make a scrappy batik quilt someday using a braid pattern.”

“That would be very striking,” Anna said, averting her eyes.

“It’s okay to talk about her,” Sarah said gently. Anna collapsed in Sarah’s arms and sobbed.

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