Jenny asked her new husband, confused by his sudden behavior. Had he guessed she’d had money sewn up in it and meant to take it? She didn’t figure him for that type, but one never could tell for sure. And she’d already removed the money before going out to him. She hadn’t mentioned anything about money yet. Her plan was to wait until she knew she could trust him. It wasn’t in her nature to keep secrets, but she figured this was self-preservation in case her judgment about him was off. “Where did you get this quilt?” he demanded, but not unkindly. In fact, he actually sounded rather excited. “It was my mother’s. Her best friend and she made it and an almost identical one when their husbands were at war. It became a symbol of their friendship.” “Wait here a minute, Jenny. I just can’t believe this. It’s too big of a coincidence.” She watched him run of the room and heard his feet climb the ladder to the loft. Several minutes later he returned with a quilt in his arms that looked eerily similar to the one Jenny had unpacked.
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