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she asked.

"Not now, but I will later." Annie had been a valuable asset the previous summer and still was, even in her senior year of high school. Bethanne had hired her on a part-time, as-needed basis, which was good for both of them. She had several other assistants, but working with Annie kept them close and connected. "That's why I pay you the big bucks, you know."

"Very funny, Mom."

The phone rang again and Bethanne looked from her hands to her daughter. "Do you want to get that for me?"

"Hey, I have to earn those high wages you're supposedly paying me, don't I?" Annie joked. She reached for the receiver and answered "Parties by Bethanne" in a professional tone.

Her daughter was almost an adult; every once in a while Bethanne realized that with a jolt of recognition - and pride. A year from now she'd be alone, with both her children in college. The thought no longer terrified her. When the time came she'd be able to afford it, which thrilled her. And she certainly wouldn't be lonely or at loose ends.... In fact, she'd been giving some thought to expanding her business in untraditional ways. One plan involved Lydia - a knitting party, in which Bethanne would serve food and drinks, and Lydia would teach everyone how to knit. The idea was still in its infancy, as was another idea for a children's storytelling party that Elise would help her with.

"It's Paul," Annie told her. "Do you want to phone him back later?"

Bethanne still saw Paul on occasion, but it had been a couple of months since they'd talked. "Tell him I'll call him back. I've got an errand to run and I'll be home after six."

"Where are you going?"

"Lydia's," she answered, finishing up the meatballs and arranging them on a baking tray.

"Here." Annie held the phone against Bethanne's ear. "You tell him all that."

Bethanne quickly agreed to meet Paul for coffee at the French Cafe across from A Good Yarn. "See you at six," she said.

"What was that about?" Annie asked.

"I think Paul's going to tell me it's serious with Angela," she said, and the news cheered her. His relationship with this new woman in his life sounded promising.

"How come you're going to Lydia's?" Annie asked next, eyeing Bethanne suspiciously.

"You're certainly nosy," she teased.

"Inquiring minds want to know."

Bethanne laughed and shook her head. She should've realized that keeping anything from Annie was an exercise in futility. "If you must know, I need another ball of yarn for my current project."

"And your current project is?"

Bethanne heaved a sigh of resignation. "A sweater for my daughter."

"That pink cashmere sweater is for me?" Annie cried, absolutely delighted if the smile on her face was any indication.

"Yes, for you, but no longer a surprise."

"Mom, I love that sweater and I'm so excited you're knitting it for me."

Bethanne knit almost every night; it was her one true relaxation. At the same time, she was practical enough to like the fact that she could produce something both useful and beautiful. It seemed like a hundred years ago that her teenage daughter had taken the initiative and signed Bethanne up for the knitting class. She'd graduated from socks to sweaters and was planning to knit an afghan to give Andrew for Christmas.

Bethanne left the meatballs baking in the oven, instructing Annie to take them out in half an hour. As she drove to the yarn store, she found herself thinking about the day Grant had walked out. That had been the worst moment of her life, but every day since had been better than the one before. She was independent and happy; her children were doing well.

Both Andrew and Annie had worked on improving their relationships with their father, and they were at peace. She knew Grant wasn't happy, and in many ways she felt sorry for him. However, he'd made his choices, and she couldn't and didn't concern herself with him anymore. She had her own life to live.

Luckily there was a space directly in front of A Good Yarn and Bethanne took it, hopped out of her car and placed the appropriate coins in the parking meter. She only had a few minutes before Lydia closed the store.

"I was afraid I wouldn't make it in time," she said, walking through the door.

"Bethanne!" Lydia sounded delighted to see her. Coming around the counter, Lydia hugged her, then brought out the skein of pink cashmere she'd put aside. "It's the same dye lot as the original,"