Chapter 4Cindi dragged Gran’s old sewing machine out from the cupboard behind the sofa, where it had sat for years, and plonked it on the kitchen table.
“You be careful with her!” Gran was so excited to see her old friend, she couldn’t sit still and bounced around at the table as if she’d drunk a few too many sherries and lemonades. “She’s getting on, like me. Gathering dust, but trusty and reliable.”
“Aww,” said Cindi. The container box was dusty and looked sad and tired. She couldn’t stand to think of the many outfits—as well as curtains—Gran had created over the years before arthritis claimed her fingers. Back when she was the sewing queen.
Day and night, neighbors used to bring garments for mending. As tiny children, Cindi and Kylie would fall asleep to the comforting sounds of whir
