"Tasha makes the most beautiful quilts, Kim. I'll take you over to her workshop so you can see how talented she is," Noelle promised. Tasha turned a faint pink but smiled with pleasure over Noelle's praise.
"It's nothing. It just takes a small amount of patience. Something you have to work on, young one." Her voice held a remnant of a Russian accent. With a name like Natasha Randova, I shouldn't have been surprised.
Noelle smiled at Tasha's gentle criticism, "It's true. I have no patience. But I still love what you create. Is it okay if we stop by tomorrow or the next day?"
"Whenever you wish, I am always there."
