"I have a feeling you're going to have a jump-start on the adoptions,” Harriet said and looked over at Lauren, who was talking baby talk to her dog, Carter.
"Speaking of jump-starting adoptions, I don't think DeAnn would mind me telling you all that Iloai is now back with her parents and seems to be settling back in without lingering effects,” Robin said.
"That's real nice,” Mavis said.
Connie came into the crowded storeroom, whisking off her peach-colored nylon jacket and slipping into her apron. Aiden immediately appeared with yet another small dog, this one another Chihuahua mix of some sort. She petted the little dog, who nestled into her lap while Aiden retreated back into the clinic.
"Did you tell them the news?” she asked Robin.
"I was just getting to that.” She turned to the rest of the group. “Connie here suggested that, since the authorities have had no luck so far in finding any record of Kissa's birth, family or anything else, and since DeAnn and her husband have already been qualified as adoptive parents once, perhaps they could be fast-tracked to become foster parents, and then eventually, when the waiting period is over, they could adopt Kissa."
"That's just wonderful,” Mavis said.
"It just seemed natural,” Connie said. “Rodrigo and I have been having a lot of fun with Kissa, but we're too old to have such a bundle of energy on a fulltime basis. We'll be happy to just be grandparents again. And who knows-maybe we'll adopt this little girl to fill our empty nest.” She patted the head of her little charge, and the dog wagged her skinny tail.
"Did everyone hear how much Harriet's quilt brought in at the auction?” Aiden asked when he came back a few minutes later to check on them.
"They were there,” Harriet said with an embarrassed smile. “Besides, Jenny is the one who should get the credit for maintaining the reputation of our quilt group, since her design was chosen to be the raffle quilt, and who knows how much it will eventually bring in money-wise."
"They were all a group effort,” Jenny said modestly. The little dog in her lap barked his agreement, which then set off a chain of yips and yaps, requiring the Threads to concentrate on their task.
Aiden came back into the storeroom-turned-dog socializing area when he'd put the last of his charges back in its kennel and the last Loose Thread had left the clinic. He gently pulled Harriet, who had waited for him, into an embrace. He looked down at her ankle, which was once again in a heavy cast.
"Are things ever going to be back to normal?” he asked.
"You mean normal like when I used to live alone? Before my aunt and Mavis decided I couldn't fend for myself?"
"I do understand their urge to protect you,” he said and kissed her. “You do have a way of finding trouble."
"Lots of people who live alone sprain their ankles."
"Not a lot of them have a three hundred-pound woman fall on their sprained ankle while she's trying to kill them, though."
"Whose side are you on?"
"You're right. I feel like a teenager again with those two hanging around, forced to try to sneak a kiss when they turn their backs. And we both know if we went to my house, they'd just follow us. And what's up with Jorge delivering take-out to your house?"
"We just need to let things settle down a little. When more time has passed, things will go back to normal."
"Is that a promise or a threat?"
Harriet balanced her weight on her good foot and pulled him into a serious embrace, running her hands up his back as she kissed him, ending all possibility of further discussion.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I'd like to express thanks to the many family members and friends who support the various aspects of the writing and promoting of my mystery novels. First, the family-Jack, Donna, Karen and Malakai, Annie, Alex and Amelia; David, Ken, Nikki, Kellen and Lucas, and Bob and Brenda-thank-you, all. Also thanks to nephews Brett, Nathan, Jason and Chad, who always marvel about my books when I see them.
Special recognition goes to my sister-in-law and brother-in-law, Beth and Hank, who not only support the idea of my writing, but also let me stay at their house when I'm promoting in their state, drive me around, and tell me cool medical stuff that helps me kill people more accurately on paper. Beth, along with her friends Sally and Kay, also gets special acknowledgement for helping make the dogwood quilt for this book.
Thanks again to my talented knitting students who put up with my promotion schedule when it takes me away from class. They also graciously read my stories even though I haven't put any knitting in…yet.
Thank you, Vern and Betty Swearingen at StoryQuilts. Your continuing help in marketing my books is invaluable. Thanks also to Geri at the Pine Needle in Lake Oswego for including me in her in-store events and shows, and also to Ruth for sharing booth space with me at many events in Oregon and Washington-it's always fun.
As always, my gratitude goes to Susan and Susan for all the conversation, adventure and coffee/hot chocolate breaks.
Without the pressure of weekly critique sessions with Katy, I'd never keep up my writing pace, so thanks, Katy. I'd also like to acknowledge Sisters In Crime, both the national organization and Portland's Harriet Vane Chapter. National provides lots of good information about writing and the marketing of same. Our local chapter provides knowledgeable and interesting forensic folks on a monthly basis to educate and inspire us all.
Most importantly, thanks to Liz and Zumaya Publications for making all this possible.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Attempted murder, theft, drug rings, battered women, death threats and more sordid affairs than she could count were the more exciting experiences from Arlene Sachitano's nearly thirty years in the high-tech industry.
Prior to writing her first novel, Chip and Die, Arlene wrote the story half of the popular Block of the Month quilting patterns “Seams Like Murder,” “Seams Like Halloween” and “Nothing's What it Seams” for Storyquilts.com, Inc. Quilt by Association is the fourth book in the bestselling Harriet Truman/Loose Threads quilting mystery series. Arlene also has written a sequel to Chip and Die in the Harley Spring mystery series, The Widowmaker, and a scintillating proprietary tome on electronics assembly.
ABOUT THE ARTIST
April Martinez was born in the Philippines and raised in San Diego, California, daughter to a US Navy chef and a US postal worker, sibling to one younger sister. From as far back as she can remember, she has always doodled and loved art.
For years, she went from job to job, dissatisfied that she couldn't make use of her creative tendencies, until she started working as an imaging specialist for a big book and magazine publishing house and began learning the trade of graphic design.
April Martinez now lives with her cat in Orange County, California, as a full-time freelance artist/illustrator and graphic designer.
