She said it quietly, and I should have expected it, but the words came down like lightning from that quilting heaven somewhere in space where even John Glenn had dared not go. Because the shelves are all full with the other books. You can put them in the garage. Just make room. She swept her hand across the scatter of books on the kitchen tables.
Tomorrow is another day.
I could have asked why she needed more than one or two quilting books or why she needed more than those which she already had, but that would have been foolish, silly, dumb.