Chapter Three
MEADOW GAPED AT HER. “Linton?” she repeated shrilly. “Linton, our neighbor, Linton?”
Meadow always had the notion that neighbors and quilters should never, under any circumstances, be in any sort of trouble whatsoever. She was continuously horrified that this never seemed to be the case.
Ramsay started striding for the door with Sandra, Meadow, and Beatrice following. “No,” he said to them quickly. “Stay here and I’ll be back soon. Where was he?” he asked Sandra grimly.
“The games room,” she said in a hoarse voice.
Ramsay blinked for half a moment at the mention of a games room, but then hurried back out the door.
Sandra started pacing around Meadow’s kitchen.
“Coffee?” asked Meadow anxiously, although it was clear to Beatrice that Sandra needed something to calm her d
