I found an old, rain-soaked, handmade quilt lying in an nearby alley––come to think of it, the one where I found the run-over toy monkey. Lotta people live along that alley.
Luckily it wasn't stained with engine oil, just gritty and dirty.
It washed up well in extra-hot. I removed its clumped stuffing and gave the beautiful remains to Julia. (Maybe I sent some squares to Art Sparker too?)
It washed up well in extra-hot. I removed its clumped stuffing and gave the beautiful remains to Julia. (Maybe I sent some squares to Art Sparker too?)
