Crazy As A Quilt (A Harriet Turman/Loose Threads Mystery Book 8) - Plot & Excerpts
She’d been dreaming. Having a nightmare, really. Square after square of satin, silk and velvet were floating down from the sky like snow, burying her to her neck. She’d had to fight to keep her head above the growing pile of crazy quilt fabric. She must have called out in her sleep, because it was the only explanation for Fred being awake and head-butting her that early. “Sorry, Fred. I was having a nightmare.” He meowed his understanding. She fluffed her hair with her hand. “Now what are we going to do?” She looked over the edge of her bed to Scooter’s bed. All that was visible was a pile of fleecy blankets. “Let’s go for a walk,” she said. Fred meowed again, but the dog bed was silent. “Okay, I’ll go for a walk, you can stay in your bed.” She dressed in her running tights and T-shirt and pulled her gray hoodie over the top. She quietly closed the door and went downstairs, stopping to feed Fred on her way outside. After a few stretches, she jogged slowly down her drive and onto the roadway.
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