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on the Internet. Or maybe you don’t have time or aren’t interested?”
    “Unless a blizzard just blew in, I have the time and I am interested. Knowing the name of the block may be another clue to the quilt’s story.” Rodney rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “Or at least jog someone’s memory.” He walked over to the table. “Can I fix you a cup?”
    “I’ll join you.” Caroline slipped the folded quilt over her forearm before grabbing the dish with the tea bags in it and the instant coffee jar. “My computer is upstairs, so let’s just take the carafe up with us.”
    Caroline led the way to the den. Rodney set the decanter on the bookshelf. Caroline measured some instant coffee into her cup while Rodney removed a tea bag from its packaging. He shook creamer into his cup while Caroline poured the hot water into the mugs. Rodney slipped his free hand into his front jeans pocket and watched as Caroline booted up her computer and accessed her Internet provider.
    She typed
lily
and
quilt block
into the search feature and hit E NTER . She sipped her coffee as the results appeared on her screen.
    “I know it’s not a Carolina Lily because that is usually an appliquéd block.” Caroline clicked on another web address.
    “Appliquéd?”
    Caroline turned and looked over her shoulder at Rodney. “Like Mildred’s quilt blocks, where the pattern pieces are sewn onto the background material with decorative stitching around each piece. I did a tight zigzag stitch on Mildred’s.”
    Rodney nodded.
    “Your quilt is a pieced block, which means the pattern shapes are cut out and sewn together to create the block, pattern, and background.” Caroline pointed to the small seams within the patterned block on Rodney’s quilt between the plain yellow, white, and flour sack material, then turned back to the computer screen. “Well, this has been no help,” Caroline said. “Not one of these blocks matches your quilt. Perhaps I’m wrong that it’s a lily.”
    “Maybe if one of my relatives recognizes it, they’ll know the name of the block.”
    “If you want to forward a digital picture to me, I’ll try to upload it to my website. My e-mail address is on my card. I’m a member of a few online quilt groups. I can inquire there and point them to the picture on the website. I do have several books I can look through, too. I’m just certain I’ve seen that pattern before.”
    “You have a website? I didn’t notice the address on your business card.”
    “I had the cards printed before I realized I needed a website. It’s not very fancy. I just used a free service with basic templates.”
    “What’s the web address?”
    “It’s cbakerquilts.com.”
    “Do you mind pulling it up? I’d like to see it.”
    “Really?”
Is he just being polite?
“Again, it’s not much….” Caroline bit at her lip as she turned to the keyboard and typed in the address. What would an experienced businessman like Rodney think of her amateur site?

    Rodney assessed the basic layout of Caroline’s home page. Based on her comments about her finances, she needed her business to succeed. But this layout wouldn’t do much to grow her business. She’d chosen a good readable font, but the content lacked flair. He liked the white background with black lettering; however, some color was needed to attract attention.
    In addition, Caroline’s lackluster website wasn’t an appropriate showcase for her work. The one-page site needed links to pricing, to a contact address or phone number, and to pictures of her studio and repaired quilts. Adding a patchwork border under her name, various quilt blocks to the left for the information links, and a snazzy paragraph or two about the services she provided on the right would be a definite improvement. A more attractive web page promised double site hits, which, in turn, would bring in more customers.
    “You don’t like it.”
    Caroline’s words broke into his thoughts. He turned to