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knitter.

"I completed several projects - fairly simple ones - when the kids were young. I have the yarn and the pattern for this class, and everything's lovely, but I'm afraid I might be in over my head. Socks sound too complicated for me."

Bethanne seemed ready to give up before she'd even begun. "With only the three of you in this class, I'll be able to give you individual attention," I assured her, "so don't worry about that yet."

"But I was wondering, you know," Bethanne said hesitantly, "if I find I can't do this, what's the refund policy?"

"There are no refunds, sorry." I just couldn't afford it, and I didn't want to encourage a defeatist attitude. "Elise?" I said.

"I'm Elise Beaumont and some of you might recognize me from Harry S. Truman Elementary School, where I served as librarian for thirty-eight years. I retired a little while ago and was looking for a project that would hold my interest. I thought I'd try my hand at knitting socks." She sat back when she'd finished speaking.

I gave the three a few seconds to digest the information they'd shared, then said, "I'm glad you're all here. While this class might be small in number, I generally find that to be an advantage. Once you get into knitting socks," I continued, "you'll wonder what took you so long. They're fun, and with the circular needle method they could almost be considered easy."

My students listened as I showed them a variety of yarns available for socks, from fingering weight all the way to the Double Knit weight. I wanted to start them with a basic sock, but I explained that the designs would be as varied and as different as the yarn itself. I chose a Nancy Bush pattern. Nancy's were among my favorites and I knew my students would like them as much as I did.

"The lesson today involves the Norwegian sock cast-on," I said. "It's a bit different than what you might be accustomed to, but I have a good reason for recommending it."

"It sounds complicated," Bethanne said, watching me closely as I twisted the yarn around the needle. "I'm not sure I'll be able to do it."

"Oh, for the love of heaven, you haven't even seen how it's done yet," Elise muttered, suddenly short-tempered. "Let Lydia show us first and then you can complain."

Bethanne seemed to go deep inside herself and didn't utter another word.

"Let me demonstrate, Bethanne. It's not nearly as complicated as it looks," I said, wanting to cover the awkwardness of the moment. Whatever had upset Elise, she clearly was taking it out on poor Bethanne. From the second she'd walked in the door, I could tell she was aggrieved about something.

"My grandmother suggested I do the Knit Two-Purl Two rather than the Knit One-Purl One for a crew sock," Courtney said.

I loved Vera, the girl's grandmother, who was an accomplished knitter and one of my regular customers. I wondered why she hadn't decided to teach Courtney herself, because she was more than qualified to do so.

"What do you think?" the girl asked.

"Your grandmother's right. The Knit Two-Purl Two method gives the sock more elasticity, but we're getting ahead of ourselves here."

"Oh, sorry."

I talked for a few minutes about knitting a sock that would fit the foot properly. I also passed around a gauge to help the class figure out the proper number of stitches to cast on according to the weight of the yarn. The light, fingering style yarn required more stitches, the heavier yarns fewer.

"Is everyone still with me?" I asked.

All three nodded. I spent the remainder of the class teaching the Norwegian method of casting on and how to work with the two circular needles. Courtney picked up on everything right away. She finished first and looked up proudly while both Elise and Bethanne struggled with the needles and the yarn.

Most of my time was spent helping Bethanne. I'm sure she wasn't lying when she said she'd knit years earlier, but she could barely hold on to the yarn and needles now. I'd never met a less confident woman and I have to admit Bethanne tried my patience.

My reaction to Elise's difficulty wasn't much better. She didn't mutter an unnecessary word following her chastisement of Bethanne and I sensed she regretted the outburst. I also had the distinct feeling that she found me lacking as a teacher. It wasn't a comfortable sensation.

After they'd finished, gathered up their supplies and left, I felt as if I'd put