CHAPTER 27
“I’D LIKE TO try knitting,” I’d informed Mitch a couple of days ago.
“Knitting? Are you old enough to knit?”
“Don’t be so ageist. Letty at the retirement home showed me how to do the stitches, and I picked up a book from Clive.”
I remembered my grandma knitting when I was a little girl. I’d sit on her lap and the needles would fly back and forth, clicking away, and two days later there’d be a cosy sweater or maybe a cardigan. I couldn’t see Mitch in a cardigan, but I did have the vague idea of making him a scarf as a thank you for putting up with me for all these weeks.
So far I’d made three attempts. One ended up with a hole in it. Another, I somehow picked up extra stitches as I went so the scarf looked more like a triangle. The third simply slipped off the needles. It tu
