PATCHING Things Up
Maybe it’s time to throw this away?’ Peter held up the patchwork quilt. Several seams hung open. The backing sagged.
Helen stared at him in disbelief. ‘I hope you’re not serious.’
How could he even suggest it? Helen had made the quilt when they were engaged. Over the years, it had reflected their journey as a family. There were squares made from offcuts of dresses sewn by her grandmother. Friends had bought her fabric when they were
