Chapter Eleven
Minutes later, Beatrice hurried out for the guild meeting. Meadow and Ramsay’s house was actually a renovated barn with lofty beams above and a beautiful wooden floor. There were lots of signs that a baby spent a good deal of time in the house. There were toys and baby equipment everywhere, pushed to the walls to make room for the quilters and for their guest, Dora. As always, Meadow had gone the extra mile with the food she’d prepared.
Beatrice gaped at the counter heaped with serving plates and bowls of fried chicken, greens, mashed potatoes, and biscuits. “Meadow, have you made supper for the entire guild? Now when it’s at my house, I’ll feel bad about putting out a cheese platter and some fruit.”
Meadow chuckled. “Well, you know how I am when I get anxious about thing
