“I don’t know why I even bothered to ask him. If you’re looking for first-rate legal advice, Arnie Kinsella is your man. For personal advice, I knew it was smarter to rely on my friends. However, they weren’t available. Evelyn, Virginia, and Ivy were all in Vermont. Abigail was in Bermuda and would be for weeks to come. Dana was on the phone when I entered the quilt shop. When the bells jingled to announce my arrival, her head bobbed up like it was on a spring. “Oh, good! You’re here. This is th...e day care. Jordan is throwing up. I’ve got to leave a little early. Do you mind?” “Not a problem. Things seem pretty quiet.” “Thanks,” she said with a relieved sigh. Business was more than quiet that afternoon; it was absolutely dead. Between three o’clock and quarter to six, I sold a half yard of fabric—four dollars and fifty cents plus tax—and a package of plastic replacement bobbins—seven dollars. I hoped things were going better for Evelyn and the others up in Vermont.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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