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Eventually, Rocky lured me out of the back room with the promise of a double-shot latte and one of her mom’s cinnamon rolls, and I peeled myself off the table and made it to the register just in time to see Daniel hand-sell a beautiful copy of The Quilts of Gee’s Bend that Cate had talked me into adding to my art book collection, despite the high cover price. The man buying it did not look like a quilter, but he did look like an art collector, which made sense since those gorgeous quilts were works of historical art. Henri admired the quilters of Gee’s Bend and had even spent some time with them to see what she might incorporate in her weavings from their patterns. I was glad the book had found a new home with someone who would appreciate it. I was also glad for the nice mark-up. It mig
