Kathryn
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Kathryn went on a walk. She felt invigorated by the mild rain and nippy breeze skating through the Highlands of Inverness. She’d borrowed an umbrella from Mrs. McDoogle and followed her directions to a shop where Kathryn bought yarn and needles. Afterward, she wandered the streets until she got too cold.
She stepped into a public house and bought a bowl of Cullen skink. She remembered the fishy leek-and-potato chowder from her childhood. Her mother always made it in the chilling wet winters, when the potatoes were at their mashable best.
She unpacked her purchases from the yarn shop and started a hat for Heather. She’d chosen the softest of wool-blend fibers—designed for infants. No scratchiness at all. This hat would be for when Heather lost her long red locks. She knew Hea
