Read Online The Half-Stitched Amish Quilting Club - 02 - The Tattered Quilt by Wanda E. Brunstetter - Free Book Online

class. He might not be interested in getting married, but he was more than eager to go out with someone as good-looking as this little gal. He couldn’t help noticing her creamy complexion, slightly turned-up nose, and the thick, long lashes framing her light brown eyes.
    He forced himself to concentrate on what Emma was saying, which wasn’t easy, since he’d taken a seat right beside the blond-haired beauty.
    “Now, class,” Emma said, pushing Terry’s thoughts aside, “with the templates I just handed out, I’d like you to begin marking the patterned pieces on the back of your fabric with either the dressmaker’s chalk or a pencil.”
    “What do we do after that?” Terry asked, scratching his head. Putting on a new roof seemed like a piece of cake compared to this.
    “When you’re done marking, you’ll cut out the pieces of material you’ll be working with.” Emma smiled. “Beginning next week, you’ll start sewing together the pieces you’ve cut.”
    “That sounds like a lot of work,” the other guy, sitting across from Terry, said.
    He looks as out of place here as I feel
, Terry thought.
At least I’m not the only guy here, though. Sure hope this gets better
. He was beginning to question his sanity. The blond might be dating someone already or have no interest in him. Of course Terry’s intention was to win her over, and since he’d never had any trouble getting a date before, he was up to the challenge. He wasn’t sure about the quilt-making, though.
    “It is time-consuming to quilt,” Emma said, “but it’s well worth the effort. Nowadays, the patterned pieces are usually pieced by machine instead of by hand.”
    “That’s a relief,” the Hispanic woman at the end of the table said, heaving a sigh. “I can’t imagine having to do everything by hand.”
    “I’m sure I could do it,” Selma spoke up. “I’ve had a lot of experience mending things by hand.”
    Selma was the only one Terry knew by name, although he’d never spoken to her before. Most times when he’d gone over to Jan’s, the nosy old woman was busy outside, pulling weeds, watering the flowers, or picking up things she didn’t think should be in her yard. Terry had noticed that as soon as he pulled into Jan’s yard, Selma would suddenly appear in her yard. She always acted as if she was busy with something but kept glancing their way, like a neighborhood snoop. After hearing some of the stories Jan had shared about Selma, Terry had decided it was best to give her a wide birth.
    “Mending’s not the same as quilting, though,” Emma’s husband, Lamar, interjected. “I’m sure everyone will find it much easier to use one of Emma’s sewing machines.”
    “I don’t know about that,” the cute little blond said with a shake of her head. “I’ve tried using my mother’s sewing machine several times and have never gotten the hang of it.”
    “You look like the type of woman who can do anything she sets her mind to,” Terry said, leaning close to her.
    She wrinkled her nose, leaned away, and reached for a piece of chalk Emma had placed in the center of the table.
    Terry grimaced, while tactfully straightening in his seat.
Do I have bad breath or something? Stupid me, I shoulda put a breath mint in my mouth before I came in here
.
    Turning his head and trying to remain inconspicuous, he cupped his hand over his mouth and cleared his throat. For the life of him, Terry couldn’t remember what he last ate. Taking a quick glance around at everyone, he was glad Emma still had their full attention. So far so good. No one seemed to be looking at him. Hoping to remain unobserved, Terry expelled a little air into the palm of his hand. Cupping his hand over his nose, he inhaled deeply, and quickly lowered his hand before anyone noticed what he’d done.
Naw, don’t think so. My breath smells okay to me. Maybe it’s my body that stinks. I could be pretty ripe from cleaning up those shingles. I’ll never get to first