Chapter 6“Mom, did you make the pizza dough yet? I’m hungry.”
Emma looks up from the table, where she has been laying out squares of fabric on the cutting mat and trying to pin them together so that their edges will match perfectly. She’s had the crazy idea that she might be able to finish the quilt top, nine blocks in all, in time for the Mountain Counties Quilt Guild meeting a week from Monday. She imagines holding it up in front of a group of appreciative quilters, explaining how she made her design choices, giving credit to Ruth for helping her pick out the fabric, of course. But now Ben is standing in the doorway of her study, giving her his patented pathetic, starving kid look, and while she’d like to ignore him, she knows she can’t.
“Couldn’t we just order pizza?” she asks. “I’m s
