Megan jumped off the short pedestal she’d placed in front of the three-way mirror. “That’s it! We’re a genius!”
“Hey, Cafferty, isn’t it ‘You’re a genius’?” Jade’s voice sounded almost normal, but still a little tentative. “I came up with the idea.”
“Half the idea, Darcy, me girl. Plaids won’t work. Grid patterns are considered unlucky by all the coastal people or something. Never sell much graph paper there. Anyway, what we need are jacquard patterns. Someone mentioned they don’t have jacquard looms there, in one of the reports.” Megan walked over and began pawing through her desk.
After a futile moment’s search, she strode back to the cluttered sewing corner oblivious to anything but the perceived solution. “Well, never mind which one now. But it will be new, different, and not too fa
