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perfect opportunity. "I'll let the other classes know, so we might have a few other knitters joining us now and then." I explained that they'd continue meeting each week - same time, same place. They were welcome to bring in whatever they wanted to knit and I'd be available to help anyone who had a question or a problem. I no longer charged for this, because I'd seen the benefits of having people come to the shop on a regular basis.

"That sounds ideal," Elise said, speaking for the group. "I've enjoyed this class more than I can say."

I suspected she was so in love with her ex-husband that the whole world seemed shiny and bright. I didn't know whether there was any kind of arrangement between them. Maybe they were just living in the present, not worrying about the future.

"I'll come every week I can," Bethanne assured the others. "The only reason I couldn't is if I have a function, but I can't imagine there'll be too many birthday parties on week-day afternoons."

"Me neither," I agreed. "You've finished your socks, right?"

Bethanne nodded.

"You gave them to your son?"

Color crept up her neck and invaded her cheeks. "Actually, no. I gave them to a...friend."

Margaret walked over to the table, carrying a stack of pattern books. "Paul?"

Bethanne nodded. "Don't look at me like that. We're just friends. He's the ex-husband of the woman my husband left me for." There were a few gasps. "His ex-wife and my ex-husband are married now," she said matter-of-factly, "and we get together once in a while to talk things over. How we feel about it and all that."

"When did they get married?" Courtney asked and seemed surprised.

"Just recently. It wasn't unexpected, but it helps to have someone to discuss this with. Paul's great." She took a deep breath. "He's a few years younger and well, he'd like us to have a more...romantic relationship. I promised to consider it, but in the end I decided we'd be more valuable to each other as friends. I told him the only way I'd go out with him was if his mother came along to chaperone."

Elise and Courtney laughed.

"I'm encouraging him to see someone closer to his own age."

"What about you?" Margaret asked. "Are you ready to date?"

Bethanne shook her head. "Not yet. Dating means I'd have to shave my legs and wear panty hose. That's more bother than it's worth at this point."

"You don't shave your legs?" Courtney asked with an appalled look. "I do practically every day."

"Annie, too." Then Bethanne shrugged. "I got out of the habit in my thirties."

"What about you, Court?" I asked, feeling comfortable enough with the teenager to shorten her name. "Will you be able to join the support group?"

"I'll come until school starts," she said, "and I might even be able to come after that, but I'd need to discuss it with my advisor. I think my Tuesday schedule should be okay."

"Hey," Elise said, "who says we have to meet at the same time? We could make it after school, instead, and then Courtney could join us for sure. Does that work for everyone?"

An immediate chorus of agreement followed. "Three o'clock it is," I announced.

The bell chimed and one of my all-time favorite knitters came into the shop. "Jacqueline!" I cried, cheered to see her. It'd been a couple of weeks since we'd talked. She was a regular at the Friday charity sessions, but she'd been on a trip with her husband.

"I'm back from New York City and here for a yarn fix," she informed me. Everyone at the table knew Jacqueline, so introductions weren't necessary.

She had that look in her eye, a look I recognized. Those of us who are addicted to yarn seem to share it. Jacqueline was among my best customers; she could afford to buy as much yarn as she wanted and she did, without restraint. She'd told me recently that Reece had set aside a room in their house for her yarn stash. I envied her all that space. Jacqueline had every intention of knitting each skein - once she found the project best suited to it. I, too, had a million projects waiting. We both had more yarn tucked away than we could possibly knit in an entire lifetime, or even two.

Jacqueline sat down next to Elise and admired her work. She tended to dominate the conversation, but no one really minded. Her enthusiasm for yarn and knitting was contagious.

The phone rang and my ever-efficient sister answered it.