Chapter Three
As soon as Beatrice spotted the email in her inbox, her phone started ringing. It was a breathless Meadow. “Did you get that email?” she demanded. “That dreadful, awful email?”
“I sure did,” said Beatrice. “And I know Posy didn’t send it.”
“She’s so upset,” said Meadow. “The email is from her address, you know. She’s on her way over from the shop to talk with Ramsay and me. Want to come by?”
She was already heading out the door.
If Posy were upset by the email, Meadow’s was a good place to go to cheer up. Meadow’s home was a converted barn with soaring ceilings scattered with skylights illuminating the exposed rafters and posts. Quilts covered nearly every surface and hung from the walls. Beatrice’s favorites were Meadow’s crazy quilts which definitely seemed at home in
