The Curious Quilt
Doesn’t anything made with love have some magic in it?
“Now, Lula Mae,” Mama said, peering at her daughter in her rear-view mirror, “I hope you packed a smile somewhere in that suitcase; otherwise, you might hurt Grammy’s feelings.” Lula Mae crossed her arms and huffed a dramatic sigh. “I love Grammy. And her pies. And those big crinkly fries she makes me, but two whole weeks! I’ll be soooo bored, Mama.” “Oh, hush now, it’s not that long. There is plenty of summer left to pla...
