Wyatt grinned at her as they walked into the basement room. “I wish I could have seen that.”
“It’s one of the very few times I’ve ever wanted to hug Boris,” admitted Beatrice.
Wyatt turned on the lights and started getting the room set up and pulling out his notes for the devotional. Beatrice pulled out all of her quilting supplies and water and waited for the quilters to arrive.
Before long, the room was full of women—showing each other their quilts, sharing pictures on their phones, and catching up with each other. Meadow gave her a quick wave as she came in and before long, Georgia pulled her into conversation.
Beatrice, as a rule, was quieter than the other ladies and tended to find a spot to sit down that was a little farther away from everyone else. As it happened, Gwen was appa
