1 I'm
1 hand-stitching
2 bits of
3 purple fabric together,
5 a quilt for Nancy Hardesty,
8 who has pancreatic cancer. We've been friends for
13 roughly a quarter of a century, ever since the day she wept upon
21 learning I was the author of a short story she loves. True friends. When my husband, eighteen months into his terminal
34 illness, wanted me to buy our first vibrator, Nancy went with me to Wal-Mart, showed me options in various departments, and then walked the item through check-out while I hid, scarlet-faced. She's known my grandchildren
55 since they were babies, was a pall bearer at Fred's funeral.
People tell me that if I used a sewing machine, I could finish more quilts faster. Why would I choose to do that? I prefer to do less, and more slowly; to stitch memories as well as fabric; to feel myself living beside Nancy.
by Mary Cartledgehayes
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