So were his embroidered bones. Phillip hadn’t covered wandering students in our volunteer orientation. Nadine was aware he’d been helping Jerry, though, and she hadn’t insisted that he stay with the rest of the group, so maybe I didn’t need to worry. Unless I needed to worry about law-breaking. Doggone Clod for putting that in my head. And doggone Zach for disappearing. As I went down the hall, Zach came out of the restroom. I felt like a jerk. “Are you through embroidering for the day?” I asked. “Are you abandoning the class to the old lady twins for the day?” I looked left and right, but didn’t see anyone else. “The Spiveys are experts in the actual art of quilting. I’m not. I’m taking this opportunity to look around the storage area and the archives.” Zach seemed to think that was an invitation to join me. Maybe it was. He was a student, after all, and my cover story was showing the storage and archives to students.
