I just found out that one of my dearest friends is a ...
... cover your eyes, Rapparee ...
quilter.
Truly, I had no idea.
I have never been to my friend's house, as close as we are,
and if I had not been told,
I would never have guessed that the basement is filled
with cotton fabric for quilting.

I don't know:
what are the telltale signs,
in someone you believe you know well,
that they make ... quilts ... in the privacy of their homes?

(My friend, currently, is making
more facemasks than quilts, but still.)