Join me today in welcoming Robyn Echols with her new book – The Fourteenth Quilt.
Annie, who is just south of eighty years old, calls the quiltsters (short for quilting sisters) together to ask for more. She wants to make lap quilts to give to some of the “forgotten” oldsters she sings to each week at the nursing
home—something to wrap them in love at Christmastime. It’s a good idea, but the trio discovers that life and making quilts don’t always go as planned.
Saturday Block of the Month class she attends with her mom at the local quilt shop. Their romance grows, and they plan their future together—a plan that will require them to be separated for six months before their wedding. But, can they bear to be apart that long?
What wraps together this Christmas tale? The Fourteenth Quilt.
“I think we’re finished. Let’s give it the once over and then move The Beast to the quilt frame.”
“Oh, no!” Annie cried out as she inspected the fabric. “The Beast drew blood.”
Lynn hurried over to study the three-inch long pattern of red dots near the top corner. “That’s fresh blood. Which one of us is bleeding?”
They both inspected their fingers.
“It’s me,” Annie sighed. “Of course I felt the pricks as we pinned this thing in place, but I had no idea any of them
were deep enough to make me bleed.”
The doorbell rang.
“It must be Celia,” Lynn said. “I’ll let her in and bring a Band-aid, a rag and my stain remover on the way back.”
“What are you doing?” Celia asked when she saw Lynn grab the spray bottle and rag from the laundry room.
“Annie accidentally dripped blood on The Beast. We need to get it out while it’s still fresh.”
Without another word, Celia broke into a run down the hall.
“Spit on it! Spit on it!” Celia shouted to Annie as she entered the bedroom.
Startled, Annie jerked to her full height, her eyes wide as she peered over the top of her glasses.
“I already bled all over The Beast. Now you want me to curse it by spitting on it?”
“It’s already cursed as far as I’m concerned,” Lynn muttered as she entered the room.
“No, I learned this in my biology class,” Celia explained. “The enzymes in a person’s saliva will break down and
remove a person’s own blood. So, if you spit on a blood stain from your own blood, you can wash it out much better than even using a stain remover. Somebody else’s saliva won’t work on your blood as well as your own.”
“Learn something new every day,” Lynn said, shaking her head. “Start spitting, Annie. We are not buying another pair of sheets for The Beast.”
has fun researching and writing the books that she hopes will interest and entertain her readers. She writes Young Adult/New Adult and contemporary fiction under Robyn Echols and adult historical romance under her pen name, Zina Abbott.