Chapter Seven
POSY DIDN’T HESITATE at all, but quickly gave her a wordless hug. Joan gave her a tight squeeze back and then pulled away to swab her face with a tissue that she was already holding in her hand for such an eventuality.
Beatrice didn’t know Joan quite as well. Joan was a quilter in another guild, the Cut-Ups and had spotty attendance at church, where Beatrice would only have the chance to speak briefly with her. Posy knew her as a customer at the shop.
Posy said to Joan, “I’m just so sorry. Of course I heard the bad news this morning.”
Joan said, “Thanks. Dad was always such a huge presence in my life that it’s hard to believe he’s gone.” She paused. “I don’t think I can stand to be at home any longer, so I decided to come here and spend a little time. I was hoping to talk
