The Angel Quilt Shoppe: The Ladies on Honeysuckle Road

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Packing boxes filled the living room of her apartment. There wasn’t a place to walk or even sit. Beth stood with her hands on her hips wondering out loud, “Just why did you think you should quit your job, move to Wisconsin and risk your life savings to start a quilt shop that you have no idea will be successful?” Overwhelmed didn’t even begin to describe how she was feeling internally. The moving van was scheduled to arrive tomorrow and from the looks of her apartment she’d need at least three more days to get everything ready! ‘Aargh! Why didn’t I accept Hillary's offer to come and help me pack? There’s no way I can get everything packed by myself. Where are all those guardian angels she’s always talking about? Maybe they can help!’ She felt like sitting down and bawling her eyes out, but there wasn’t any place to sit unless she went back to her bedroom and flopped on her bed which was half filled with clothes from her closet. There was just barely enough room for her to sleep on the other half, not that she’d had a wink of sleep last night. Most of the night she’d tossed and turned with wild dreams, butter cows in her quilt shoppe, toilets overflowing and ruining all the fabric on display, little children with chocolate on their fingers ruining her most expensive fabric as they wiped their hands on the bolts of material. That’s what happens when you put a quilt shoppe right beside a chocolate shoppe. You get customers and their children with chocolate on their hands and they ….. her crazy thoughts were interrupted with a knock at her door. Almost tripping over a half full box of books, Beth managed to open the door before the third set of knocking began. Standing there with a smile and two cups of coffee and a sack of donuts was her best friend Hillary.
“Well, are you just going to stand there or invite me in?” The grin enlarged as she peeked past Beth and discovered that her vision had been accurate. “It looks like I’m arriving in the nick of time to rescue you from the fate of being swallowed by half filled packing boxes! Come with me, there’s a couch in the lobby of your building that’s calling our names. We can sit and enjoy our coffee and donuts while you tell me all about what needs to be accomplished today.” Hillary guided her friend to the elevator and pushed the button for the ground floor. Beth stood beside her with her mouth half open and tears welling up in her eyes. If she even considered speaking she knew without a doubt that she’d be sobbing hysterically so she closed her mouth and took in a deep breath, hoping that would calm her. The elevator ride was quick and almost enough time for Beth to feel composed. As they sat down on the couch, Beth turned to her best friend and let a small tear run down her cheek. “You know you’ve always been so psychic about me. Your timing is perfect. I was about ready to light a match to everything and run screaming into traffic!”
Chuckling at her friend’s description Hillary nodded and grabbed her hand, “It’s going to be alright. I’m here now and there are reinforcements on their way. Marla and Monica and Veronica will be here very soon and we’ll finish packing, organize and label every single box with enough time left over that we can go out and take in a play tonight. Is there anything good playing at the Boston Theater tonight?” Beth sat on the couch holding her cup of coffee and listening to her friend carry on like everything was handled and there was time to go to the theatre for a play! Her mind couldn’t even consider that line of thinking! Being an accountant Beth was used to numbers that added up and totaled exactly, but having everything packed, organized and ready to go plus having time to relax at the theatre sounded like 2 + 2 = 49.

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