It stays sealed until the search comes back.”

I dropped David at the school for summer registration and drove on to Martha’s with my bag on the passenger seat.

The quilts were already out in the hallway, four stacked on the carpet and a fifth heaped in Martha’s arms.

“This one weighs more than a bale of hay,” she said.

“My mother-in-law made it out of her brothers’ work shirts.”

“Set it down before your shoulder goes out.”