“See? I can’t match a corner to save my life.” “You’re not patient enough,” Mamm called from the kitchen. Ever since Emma and Lizzie had renewed their friendship, Mamm hovered within earshot of every conversation, clearly trying to make sure not a word about Ben was spoken between them. Her strategy worked. Lizzie and Emma never mentioned Ben’s name between them unless they were in Emma’s bedroom with the door closed and towels stuffed into the crack under the door. Mamm had practically popped a blood vessel in her neck when she found out Ben had returned from Florida, until Mahlon had persuaded her that Emma would get over Ben faster if she saw him more often. Convincing Mamm had been quite an accomplishment, especially since Mahlon didn’t believe it himself, but he knew how determined Emma was to keep her promise to Anna and how hard it was to bear Mamm’s scolding. Lizzie fingered the seams of Emma’s latest quilt square, squinting in concentration. “This really isn’t that bad.
