Chapter Seven
Huey didn’t have anything else to really offer them in terms of the case, so they spent the rest of the time asking him questions about the origins of the craft fair. Beatrice dutifully took pictures and Meadow took notes.
On their way out, Beatrice murmured, “This will have to be written in quite a lively style or else it will be as dry as toast.”
Meadow laughed, “But it’s history. I’m not sure how lively we can make it without embellishing the truth. Anyway, it will still be interesting to people who enjoy quilting or want to know more about the town.”
“I suppose,” said Beatrice doubtfully as they got into the car. “Maybe I can work some magic with the photography. So where are we heading now? Am I driving you back home?”
“Can we run by the Patchwork Cottage first? I h
