Quilt As Desired

'Even your aunt Beth can't believe you would be well served by hiding out for who knows how long, waiting to start living again.'

'Well, I appreciate your support.'

'By the way,” Mavis said. “Did you ever find that girl Misty?'

'I did, but she hasn't been much help so far.'

'How's that? Won't she talk to you?'

'I think she will when her medicine takes effect. It turns out she's bipolar. As long as she takes her medicine she's fine, but when she was let go from the Vitamin Factory, she left her pills at her work station. She went back on Wednesday to try to sneak in and get them. At least, I think that's what happened. I think she may have seen what happened to Avanell, but her friend Carla says she goes downhill pretty fast without her pills. Without a job, she doesn't have insurance, and with no insurance, she can't get medicine. Carla is helping her get set up with the free clinic, but she has to become stable enough to go in for evaluation. In the meantime, she's too out of it to say what, if anything, she saw. She seems really scared, too, but it's hard to tell if that's real or her condition.'

'If she did see who killed Avanell, we should tell the police. She could be in danger.'

'She's in no shape to talk to anyone about it. I don't even know if she saw anything, and if she did, I don't know if the killer knows they've been seen. All I know is when I try to ask her about Avanell, she gets real agitated.'

'I don't guess she's said anything about Avanell's or Lauren's quilts.'

'She's way too out of it for that. I did see her ripping up the baby quilt she was making, but that might not mean anything.'

Chapter Thirty-four

It was fully dark when Mavis guided the Town Car down the wooded lane to the cottage. She'd let Harriet drive to Tacoma but had insisted on taking the wheel for the rest of the trip.

Harriet yawned.

'We need to get you inside and into your jammies,” Mavis said.

'I don't know why riding in a car makes me so tired.'

'I think your tiredness has more to do with what's happened to you in the last few days. You need more than a few good days of doing nothing to recover your strength.'

'I don't think I'm going to be able to rest until I figure out who attacked me and why.'

'I hope you do find out, but the way things are going, that doesn't seem likely. I don't mean to be negative, but I watch those crime shows, and they say if they don't have a strong lead in the first forty-eight hours, they aren't likely to solve the case. And face it-robbery isn't a high priority, even in Foggy Point, and especially when nothing was really taken.'

'Oh, God, you mean this will never really be over? I'll just go back to Aunt Beth's, triple-lock my doors and set my new alarm and jump out of my skin every time the tree branch scrapes the window?'

'I'm afraid that's more likely than not.'

Harriet got out of the car and went into the house. “I need to drown my sorrows in a cup of Earl Grey,” she said, “Care to join me?'

Mavis nodded and walked over to the phone. The red message light was blinking, indicating there were three messages. The first was her middle son, asking if she could babysit the following morning. He said he'd just been asked to sing a solo at the eight o'clock church service. The next message was Harold saying he would come by at ten to help Harriet distribute the quilts. He said she should only call if that wasn't okay.

'That will be perfect,” she said. “You can go babysit and I'll be with Harold, so you won't have to worry.'

'You mean except for the two-hour difference from when I leave until Harold arrives.'

'I really don't think I'm in danger here. When I was attacked it was because I was in the way. Someone wanted to destroy Lauren's quilt. The first time, I was admittedly in the wrong part of town. Besides, I promise I will lock the door.'

'There is some truth to what you say. There hasn't been any indication anyone has come looking for you here.'

'No strangers, anyway,” Harriet said. She turned to the stove and put the kettle on the burner.

Mavis pushed the button to listen to the final message. Aiden was calling to ask if he could stop by. Michelle had left town, and he was feeling lonely. Mavis called him back and invited him to join them for tea.

Harriet poured their tea, and put their mugs and the sugar bowl on the table.

'I think I'll stay in my room and read when Aiden gets here,” she said and sat down. “It sounded like he really was looking for a maternal shoulder to cry on.'

'I think he wants to see you and I'm a convenient excuse.” Mavis joined her at the table.

'Yesterday you said Aiden wasn't interested in me and I was the one imagining things.'

'You misunderstand. I said he wasn't looking for a serious relationship right now. That doesn't mean he isn't interested.'

'Well, I'm not interested in just being ‘friends with benefits.’ This town is too small.'

'Is there no middle ground? Can't you try dating and see where it leads? And please, don't try to tell me Harold is a serious contender for your affection.'

A knock on the door prevented Harriet from having to answer. Mavis got up and let Aiden in. His eyes were back to their icy blue-white color. They were also swollen and rimmed in red, as if he'd been crying. Mavis poured hot water over a peppermint teabag in a mug and handed it to him. He pulled out the chair next to Harriet's and sat down.

'My sister and I had it out today,” he said and looked down at his tea. “She'd been hiding at Uncle Bertie's, but she came back. I found her rifling through Mom's jewelry box.'

'Oh, honey, I'm sorry,” Mavis said and put her hand over his.

'It got worse.” His eyes filled with tears, and he blinked rapidly and took a deep breath. “She says if I don't pay her debts off, and help Uncle Bertie, she'll cut me off. She'll never speak to me and she won't let me see my nieces. And she says Uncle Bertie feels the same way.'

'She's just upset,” Mavis protested. “She can't mean it.'

'Oh, I think she means every word of it. You didn't see her.'

'I'm sure she'll think differently when she gets past her grief about your mother.'

Harriet was with Aiden. She hadn't known Michelle as long as Mavis had, but what little contact she'd had made her believe Michelle was a self-centered, spoiled brat. She hadn't once seen the woman express any emotion about Avanell. It was all about the money.

'Maybe I should give her the money,” Aiden said. “I don't need it. I could sell the house. That should pay off her bills.'

'Would that really solve anything?” Harriet asked. “I mean, it's none of my business, but it seems like your mom went to pretty great lengths to not rescue your sister.'

'That was my other thought. Mom did make pretty elaborate arrangements to have an allowance established for Michelle. Who am I to second-guess her?” He covered his face with his hands. “It's all such a mess. I had a lot of time in Africa to think about my family. I had such big plans for my return. I thought I had everything all worked out. None of this is how I planned it.'

Mavis reached over and rubbed his back. “You don't have to decide this tonight, honey. Why don't you give it some time? When Michelle knows she isn't going to get any money from you, she'll have to do something else. Once she's figured her life out, then you can try again. She'll see things differently then.'

'I'm not sure she'll ever figure things out,” he said. “She's a lawyer, for God's sake. She and her husband both make good salaries, but somehow it's not enough. Nothing is ever enough for Michelle.'

'I've got an idea,” Mavis said. She pulled a worn metal box from a kitchen drawer and set it on the table. “Maybe you…” She looked at Aiden. “…can forget about Michelle, and you…” She looked at Harriet. “You can forget about whoever it is who trashed your studio and drugged you.'

'I don't know,” Aiden said. “That's a tall order.” He started to smile. He clearly recognized the metal box.