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Authors: Wanda E. Brunstetter
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become good friends. It’s always a joy when he stops by with his little girl.” She touched Carmen’s shoulder. “Is there anything else you would like to share?”
“I think that’s all,” Carmen replied, staring down at the table. She appeared to be a bit uncomfortable all of a sudden.
Emma motioned to Anna. “It’s your turn.”
“There’s not much to tell,” the young woman mumbled. “My name’s Anna Lambright, and I live in Middlebury. I came to the quilt class because my mom signed me up, but I really don’t want to be here.”
Emma was stunned. She hadn’t expected Anna to be so blunt.
“Blaine, why don’t you go next?” Lamar suggested, as though sensing Emma’s discomfort.
“My name’s Blaine Vickers. I work at a sporting goods store in Mishawaka.” A patch of pink erupted on Blaine’s cheeks. “I’m here because I made a bet with my friend, Stuart, about who could catch the biggest fish. I lost, so now I have to learn how to quilt.”
There were a few murmurs from the ladies, and a snicker from Terry, but before anyone could say anything, Emma moved on. “Selma, you’re next.”
“My name is Selma Nash, and I live here in Shipshewana. I’m here because my neighbor, Jan Sweet, paid for me to take the class. I thought I’d better take advantage of it, because I doubt something like that will ever happen again.”
Emma glanced at Lamar, to get his reaction, and he gave her a quick wink. They’d both gotten to know Jan rather well since he’d taken the quilt classes, and they knew that despite his rough exterior, he was a kind, generous man.
Emma then asked Cheryl to introduce herself.
“My name is Cheryl Halverson, and I live in Goshen.” She motioned to the tattered quilt she’d brought along. “At the suggestion of my pastor’s wife, I brought my grandma’s old quilt to Emma for repair. After I got here, I decided to take the quilting class.”
“Guess it’s my turn.” Terry spoke up before Emma had a chance to say he was next. “I’m Terry Cooley, and I also live here in Shipshe.” He grinned at Cheryl. “In case you didn’t know it, Shipshe’s what many of the locals call Shipshewana. Oh, and I’m a roofer by trade.”
“What made you decide to join our quilting class?” Lamar asked.
Terry scooted around in his chair, giving his ponytail a quick twist. Then he blew out his breath in a noisy, almost snort. “Well, uh…I just thought to myself, if Jan could take the class and like it, then maybe I would, too.” He glanced over at Cheryl and grinned. “Thought it might be a chance to make a few new friends as well.”
No words were needed as the rhythm of Cheryl’s nails clicking on the table spelled out her annoyance with Terry.
Oh dear
, Emma thought, seizing the moment to glance out the window, then turning to look at Lamar. His gentle-looking eyes reassured her, even though she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Emma didn’t want to feel discouraged, but she couldn’t help wondering if this was going to be another challenging class.
If so, Lord, please give me the right words to help these students
.
C HAPTER 8
H ow’d things go with the quilt class?” Jan asked Terry as they headed to Emma and Lamar’s Monday morning to begin putting on the new roof.
“I would have told you on Saturday if you’d come back to get me,” Terry muttered, reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes.
“I couldn’t help it. When Star called and said one of her tires went flat, I had to rescue her. I tried calling, but you didn’t answer your cell phone, so I left a message.”
“I didn’t realize my phone was turned off. Then when I did turn it on, the battery was dead. Selma saw me walking home, so she stopped and offered me a ride.” Terry groaned. “It was nice of her to drive me home, and it sure beat walking, but that woman nearly drove me nuts with all her snide remarks about nearly everyone in the class. She even had something mean to
“I think that’s all,” Carmen replied, staring down at the table. She appeared to be a bit uncomfortable all of a sudden.
Emma motioned to Anna. “It’s your turn.”
“There’s not much to tell,” the young woman mumbled. “My name’s Anna Lambright, and I live in Middlebury. I came to the quilt class because my mom signed me up, but I really don’t want to be here.”
Emma was stunned. She hadn’t expected Anna to be so blunt.
“Blaine, why don’t you go next?” Lamar suggested, as though sensing Emma’s discomfort.
“My name’s Blaine Vickers. I work at a sporting goods store in Mishawaka.” A patch of pink erupted on Blaine’s cheeks. “I’m here because I made a bet with my friend, Stuart, about who could catch the biggest fish. I lost, so now I have to learn how to quilt.”
There were a few murmurs from the ladies, and a snicker from Terry, but before anyone could say anything, Emma moved on. “Selma, you’re next.”
“My name is Selma Nash, and I live here in Shipshewana. I’m here because my neighbor, Jan Sweet, paid for me to take the class. I thought I’d better take advantage of it, because I doubt something like that will ever happen again.”
Emma glanced at Lamar, to get his reaction, and he gave her a quick wink. They’d both gotten to know Jan rather well since he’d taken the quilt classes, and they knew that despite his rough exterior, he was a kind, generous man.
Emma then asked Cheryl to introduce herself.
“My name is Cheryl Halverson, and I live in Goshen.” She motioned to the tattered quilt she’d brought along. “At the suggestion of my pastor’s wife, I brought my grandma’s old quilt to Emma for repair. After I got here, I decided to take the quilting class.”
“Guess it’s my turn.” Terry spoke up before Emma had a chance to say he was next. “I’m Terry Cooley, and I also live here in Shipshe.” He grinned at Cheryl. “In case you didn’t know it, Shipshe’s what many of the locals call Shipshewana. Oh, and I’m a roofer by trade.”
“What made you decide to join our quilting class?” Lamar asked.
Terry scooted around in his chair, giving his ponytail a quick twist. Then he blew out his breath in a noisy, almost snort. “Well, uh…I just thought to myself, if Jan could take the class and like it, then maybe I would, too.” He glanced over at Cheryl and grinned. “Thought it might be a chance to make a few new friends as well.”
No words were needed as the rhythm of Cheryl’s nails clicking on the table spelled out her annoyance with Terry.
Oh dear
, Emma thought, seizing the moment to glance out the window, then turning to look at Lamar. His gentle-looking eyes reassured her, even though she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Emma didn’t want to feel discouraged, but she couldn’t help wondering if this was going to be another challenging class.
If so, Lord, please give me the right words to help these students
.
C HAPTER 8
H ow’d things go with the quilt class?” Jan asked Terry as they headed to Emma and Lamar’s Monday morning to begin putting on the new roof.
“I would have told you on Saturday if you’d come back to get me,” Terry muttered, reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes.
“I couldn’t help it. When Star called and said one of her tires went flat, I had to rescue her. I tried calling, but you didn’t answer your cell phone, so I left a message.”
“I didn’t realize my phone was turned off. Then when I did turn it on, the battery was dead. Selma saw me walking home, so she stopped and offered me a ride.” Terry groaned. “It was nice of her to drive me home, and it sure beat walking, but that woman nearly drove me nuts with all her snide remarks about nearly everyone in the class. She even had something mean to
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