*Arielle*
It was twenty minutes after I got onto the bus that we rode in the second town. I knew then that there would be little stops like this that would slow down how fast I got into Vermont.
I watch in silence as five older ladies boarded the bus with brown woven wicker baskets filled with yarn of all textures and colors. They were excitedly chatting about a knitting convention a town over that they were attending for the next couple of days.
“I cannot wait for the knitting scarf contest, Sue.”
“I can’t wait to learn about new patterns, Ruth.”
“I can’t wait to get away from crying grand-babies.” The group chuckled at the other woman. “Don’t get me wrong. I love them but I mis
