Pain shot through her skull, and she couldn’t concentrate on the words. Today the aspirin hadn’t touched it. She’d had headaches before, but not one that lasted this long, or was this painful. The thought occurred to her that perhaps she should go to the doctor, but she didn’t want to waste a trip for a simple headache. Still, she might have to if the headache didn’t go away. She lifted her book, studying the quilt patterns on the page. She had picked it up from the library and was fascinated not only by the bright, vibrant colors but by the intricate stitching. There were some Amish quilts featured, but other quilts and patterns from around the world were included as well. She was particularly intrigued with the Hawaiian quilts—rich, bold patterns appliquéd on a large piece of fabric, with the quilting stitches following the contour of the design. She would never make one of these herself, but she did admire the artistry and skill of the quilters.
