The Half-Stitched Amish Quilting Club Read Online Free PDF

creative outlet.”
     
    “How come?”
     
    “She thinks I’m uptight and need to find somethin’ that’ll help me relax.”
     
    “You mean somethin’ other than a few beers?”
     
    Jan grimaced. “It was a few too many beers at the biker bar that caused me to lose my license, remember?”
     
    “Yeah, but if you hadn’t gotten picked up for drivin’ your motorcycle too fast, you wouldn’t have gotten nailed for driving under the influence.”
     
    “True, but I’ve learned my lesson. No more drinkin’ and drivin’, and no more speedin’.” Jan pointed to a grocery store on his left. “Would you pull in over there? I’m thirsty, and I’m all out of bottled water.”
     
    “Sure thing.” Terry put on his signal and turned into the store’s parking lot. “Guess I’ll go with you, get some water, and see what I can find to snack on.”
     
    “I’ll grab us the waters while you look for whatever you wanna munch on.”
     
    “Okay. Thanks, bud.”
     
    When they entered the store, Jan went to the cooler and grabbed two bottles of water. As he waited for Terry, he studied the bulletin board on the wall near the front entrance.
     
    His gaze came to rest on a handwritten notice offering quilting classes. Learning to quilt would sure be creative, and it might even help him relax. Jan had never admitted it to anyone, but he’d done a bit of sewing in the past and had even embroidered a few pictures he had hanging in his bedroom where no one else could see them.
     
    He pulled off the section of paper with the phone number on it and stuck it in his shirt pocket. He didn’t know if he’d take the quilting class or not, but he’d give it some thought.
     

C HAPTER 5
Shipshewana
     
    I still think this is a really dumb idea, and even though I agreed to come here with you, if this class is boring, don’t expect me to do anything but sit and listen,” Stuart mumbled as he pulled his black SUV onto the graveled driveway leading to a large white farmhouse on the outskirts of town.
     
    Pam wrinkled her nose. “That’s not fair. I shouldn’t need to remind you that I went fishing with you not once, but twice.”
     
    “That was different.” He scowled at her. “It’s easy to fish, and it’s something both men and women do.”
     
    “Some men sew, and some men cook. We’ve been through all this before, Stuart.”
     
    “I cook every time you want something barbecued.”
     
    “That’s not the same thing, and you know it.”
     
    “It is to me.”
     
    “By the way, have you looked in the mirror lately?”
     
    “Yeah, this morning when I was brushing my teeth. Why?”
     
    “Well, you didn’t look close enough, because you obviously forgot to shave.”
     
    Stuart rubbed his stubbly chin. “Guess I did.”
     
    “I’m not real pleased with your choice of clothes, either. You could have worn something more appealing than that stupid red baseball cap, faded jeans, and a red-and black-plaid flannel shirt. Oh, and I hope you won’t tell any corny jokes today. We’re here to learn how to quilt, not put on a show or try to make people laugh.”
     
    When Stuart and Pam had begun dating and he’d joked around, she’d thought it was funny, but not anymore. Now it irritated her—not to mention that when he did it in public, she was embarrassed.
     
    “All right, already! Would you stop needling me?” Stuart yelled.
     
    Pam frowned. They sure weren’t starting off on the right foot today. She hoped Stuart didn’t humiliate her during the quilting class. Since he didn’t want to go, no telling what he might say or do.
     
    “It looks like you’re not the only man here,” she said, motioning to an attractive-looking Hispanic man with a dark-haired, rosy-cheeked baby exiting the silver-colored minivan parked beside Stuart’s SUV. Although he was dressed in a casual pair of jeans, his pale blue shirt looked neatly pressed. That was more than she could say for Stuart.
     
    Stuart