Till Death Do Us Purl by Anne Canadeo Read Free Book Online

conceded.
    “And where are you going on your honeymoon?” Suzanne asked as if she had a checklist stashed someplace, Lucy thought—the top-ten questions to ask engaged couples. She’ll be covering china patterns next.
    Jeremy hesitated, as if he couldn’t remember or perhaps wanted to keep the location a secret. “Thailand,” he finally answered.
    “Wow, that’s exotic.” Suzanne was definitely impressed.
    Jeremy smiled at her but didn’t reply. He suddenly seemed uncomfortable with all the attention.
    Maggie stood upright and took a straight pin out of her mouth. “Hem’s done. I can stitch it if you like.”
    “Would you? That would be a lifesaver. We still have so much to do before Saturday.” Nora looked anxious again, though the sight of Rebecca in her gown had chased away her worries for a few minutes.
    Jeremy helped Rebecca down from the stool, his arm around her waist. He seemed reluctant to let her go once her feet hit the ground. Her hand rested on his shoulder, displaying her large round diamond.
    “Is that it?” he asked quietly.
    “For now. I’ll change and we canleave,” she answered.
    He nodded and she slipped away, heading for the storeroom. His gaze followed her, like a loyal pet, Lucy thought. Does Matt look at me that way? Boy, she hoped so.
    Nora and Maggie talked about how the gown would be blocked and when it would be ready. Dana, Suzanne, and Phoebe had already begun blocking their shrugs and Lucy looked for a space to work on hers.
    A few moments later, the happy couple said good night, Rebecca thanking everyone again for their help. With Jeremy’s arm around her shoulder, she just about glowed.
    “See you on Saturday,” she said, finally sounding a tiny bit nervous.
    “I can’t wait!” Suzanne shouted, answering for all them.
    Lucy could hardly wait, either. She’d forgotten how much fun preparing for a wedding could be. She really was looking forward to watching Rebecca walk down the aisle.

Chapter Three
    T he Black Sheep Knitters decidedto skip their usual Thursday night meeting since they had already gathered on Tuesday night to block the bridesmaids’ shrugs and watch Rebecca model her gown. They did confer on driving arrangements for the wedding, deciding that they’d go together. Maggie was going to pick up everyone but Suzanne, who was coming straight from work.
    Lucy was surprised that there were no e-mails flying around about who was wearing what. But when she went out to the driveway on Saturday afternoon and peered into Maggie’s car, it seemed that they’d all consulted by telepathy, deciding on matching outfits of basic black and pearl accessories.
    “We’re all dressed the same, do you realize that?” she asked as she pulled out her seat belt.
    Dana smiled and smoothed down the neckline of her finely knit wrap dress, which she’d made for herself last fall, Lucy recalled.
    “You’ll never go wrong in a black dressand pearls when people like the Lassiters are throwing a party.”
    “Very true. Phoebe always wears black.” Maggie glanced at her assistant, who sat in the passenger seat up front. “She must have the best taste of all of us.”
    Phoebe looked pleased with the compliment. “I did a pearl stud tonight. Did you guys notice? My mom gave it to me. I think she must have lost the other one and gave me the leftover.”
    She gently touched the edge of her left ear, which held a row of gothic-looking piercings and one lovely pink-hued pearl.
    “We smell pretty good, too,” Phoebe added.
    “We clean up well, ladies. No question,” Maggie said.
    The Lassiter estate was located in the Landing, some distance from the village. There wasn’t much to see en route, except for tall trees, privacy hedges, and high stone walls. Occasionally, a bit of palatial mansion or harbor became visible briefly, hinting at the hidden opulence.
    The estate was not far from the Harbor Club, which they passed on the way. Dana and Jack were members at the country