“I’m so sorry,” said Beatrice.
“Thanks.” Jessica took a cookie with a smile for Meadow. “I’m a lot better now. Carl reminded me that it was just one person’s opinion. Besides, I’ll really have to toughen up if I’m going to start seriously competing in quilt shows. Anyway, enough of that. I got my feelings hurt and came home and moped the rest of the day there until Carl came home from work.”
“You must have been very upset with Flossie,” said Beatrice. “I know from experience that she’s a straight-shooter.”
“That’s one way of putting it,” said Meadow darkly.
“She definitely doesn’t sugarcoat her words. But even though I was hurt, I wasn’t angry at Flossie. How could I be? She was just speaking the truth as she saw it.”
“That’s very generous of you,” said Meadow hotly.
“Well, Carl hel
