Chapter 15By ten the next morning, Emma is dressed and at her desk, drinking chamomile tea and occasionally remembering to take deep, healing breaths. She’s just printed out an email from Barbara detailing all the quilts that need to be collected when the doorbell rings. Can she ignore it? Hide under her desk until the unwelcome guest goes away?
But maybe it’s Mavis again — Mavis, her comrade and support staff. She stopped by earlier this morning on her way to drop off two grandchildren at preschool, responding in person to Emma’s texted cry for help.
“We got this covered, honey, don’t you worry,” Mavis promised. “I called Barbara and told her I’ll collect quilts from all my relations, which means I’ve got half the county covered. Now what you need to do is get in touch with Lettie and g
