Chapter Two
“One of whom?” asked Beatrice.
“One of the Cut-Ups,” said Meadow impatiently. “What we were just talking about.”
“I think I recognize her,” said Beatrice slowly. “I’m not sure, though. You’d think in a town as small as this one that I’d have met everyone. Especially a quilter.”
Meadow threw up her hands, startling Maisie the cat, which very coldly rose and pointedly stalked over to sit in Beatrice’s lap. “Some of these women are just not out and about as much as they should be. They need to participate more and be part of the art festivals and quilt shows and different quilting service projects. The fact you haven’t met even one of them is scandalous. Just scandalous, Beatrice.”
Beatrice put a finger in front of her lips, giving Meadow a look. Meadow had a habit of getting
