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she remained closemouthed. I found it difficult to disguise my disappointment, but I didn't feel I could let on what I knew. Nor did I want to pressure my sister into confiding in me. My heart ached for her - and for me, too. I had a dozen questions I was dying to ask; among my other concerns, I wanted to know how my nieces, Julia and Hailey, were handling this. I've always been close to them, and I believed they would have mentioned it to me unless Margaret had forbidden it. In some ways, I could understand my sister's reluctance, but that didn't make me feel any better.

The bell above the door chimed and Elise Beaumont walked into the shop. She wasn't what I'd call a warm, friendly person, but she'd been cordial enough on our first meeting. This morning, however, she radiated displeasure. She also looked as if she hadn't been sleeping well. Had I known her longer I might have asked, but since she was a new customer, I decided against it. Oh dear, this class was not getting off to a good start.

"Good morning." I hoped my greeting would draw her out, but she frowned at me.

"I need to know how long this class will take."

I reached for the flyer Margaret had made on the computer and handed it to her as a reminder. "Two hours."

"I suppose that'll be all right." With a glum expression, Elise pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, placing her knitting bag in her lap.

I remembered that she'd already chosen what she'd need for the class - a self-patterning yarn in light blue with specks of gray and black. Presumably she'd be knitting her socks for a man.

No sooner was Elise at the table than Bethanne entered, dressed rather formally, in my opinion, followed almost immediately by Courtney, who couldn't have looked less formal in her jeans and oversize T-shirt. Without a word they each walked to the back of the store and took a seat at the table, as far apart as possible.

I stepped up to one end and smiled. "I see we're all here. I hope you'll enjoy learning the craft of knitting socks with circular needles. We're in for a bit of a knitting adventure, but I know you won't be disappointed. I think it'd be best if we began with introductions. Why don't you all tell us something about yourselves."

My students stared up at me; they seemed to be waiting for someone else to start. "Okay, I'll go first," I said. "I'm Lydia Hoffman, and I opened A Good Yarn just over a year ago. I love knitting, and this gives me a chance to do something I really care about. I also love the opportunity to convert others." I grinned as I said this and gestured to Courtney to go next.

The teenager straightened and glanced at the other two women. "Hi," she said and gave a short wave. "My name is Courtney Pulanski. I'm seventeen, and I recently moved in with my grandmother for my senior year of high school. My mother died a few years ago and Dad's working in Brazil as an engineer." She hesitated, then added, "That about sums it up."

"You're living with your grandmother your senior year?" Elise repeated sympathetically. "That must be difficult."

Courtney swallowed hard. "Dad agonized over the decision and so did I, but it seemed to make the most sense. I'm close to my sister and brother and we talk practically every day. Dad sends me e-mails, too, when he can, but he's been busy and, well - I know he's thinking about all of us."

Elise nodded. "That helps, I'm sure."

"It does," the girl whispered and looked down, obviously fighting back tears.

Wanting to remove the focus from Courtney, I smiled at Bethanne. "How about you?"

"Oh, hi," Bethanne said, leaning forward. "My name is Bethanne Hamlin. I'm a wife and mother of two." She stopped a moment and her distress went straight to my heart. "Actually, I'm not a wife but an ex-wife. My husband and I were recently divorced." She turned to Elise, as though anticipating a comment, and warded it off by adding, "I didn't want to get divorced. But now that I'm no longer married, my daughter insisted I needed to do something for myself." She ended on a soft, forced laugh. "So here I am."

"You've knitted before, though, right?" I asked, certain that I remembered Bethanne telling me she'd once been an avid