changed her mind, deciding it was unnecessary to waste a wish on something she was convinced would return in its own time.
Eventually she transferred her list, such as it was, to a yellow legal pad, which somehow made her wishes seem more official. Then on Wednesday, her day off, she walked past a craft store on her way back from the accountant's and noticed the scrapbooking supplies in the window. She stared at the beautifully embellished pages displayed in the showcase. She used to possess a certain decorative flair. She wasn't sure she did anymore, but the idea of creating pages like that for her meager list of wishes appealed to her. A scrapbook to compile her wishes, make her plans and document her efforts. Those wishes would encourage her to look forward, to focus on the future with an optimism that had been lacking since her separation from Robert.
With that in mind, Anne Marie bought the necessary supplies, then lugged them home. As she passed A Good Yarn, the shop just two doors down from the bookstore, she impulsively stepped inside. First, she wanted to thank Lydia for the table covering and second...she'd ask about classes.
She'd add knitting to her wish list. Anne Marie wondered why she hadn't thought of that earlier. Elise was a consummate knitter and often encouraged the others to learn. She described the satisfactions of knitting in such a compelling way, Anne Marie had flirted more than once with the idea of taking a class. Lydia Goetz, who owned A Good Yarn, was a much-loved and admired member of the Blossom Street neighborhood. Anne Marie was friendly with her and had often gone inside the yarn store, but never with the serious intent of learning to knit. Now, the prospect of knitting filled her with unfamiliar enthusiasm.
Lydia was sitting at the table in the back of the shop with her sister, Margaret. Although Lydia was petite and graceful, her sister was rather big-boned, a little ungainly. At first glance it was hard to believe they were even related. Once the surprise of learning they were sisters wore off, the resemblance revealed itself in the shape of their eyes and the thrust of their chins.
When Anne Marie entered the store, the sisters were obviously involved in their conversation; as they spoke, Lydia was knitting, Margaret crocheting. The bell above the door jingled, startling them both.
A smile instantly broke out on Lydia's face. "Anne Marie, how nice to see you! I'm glad you stopped by."
Lydia had a natural warmth that made customers feel welcome.
"Good morning," Anne Marie said, smiling at the two women. "Lydia, I came to thank you again for the gorgeous tablecloth."
"Oh, you're welcome. You know, it's really a lace shawl I knit years ago. I hope you'll have occasion to use it again."
"Oh, I will."
"I've been meaning to visit the bookstore," Lydia told her. "I want to pick up a couple of new mysteries. By the way, how did the Valentine's party go?"
"It was wonderful," Anne Marie said, gazing around. Whenever she went into the yarn shop, she was astonished by the range of beautiful colors and inviting textures. She walked over to the blue, green and teal yarns that lined one area of the shelves. Putting down her packages, she reached out a hand to touch a skein of irresistibly soft wool.
"Can I help you find something?" Lydia asked.
Anne Marie nodded and, strangely, felt a bit hesitant. "I'd like to learn to knit." This was the first positive step she'd taken toward acting on her wish list. She'd been searching for somewhere to start, and knitting would do very well. "I...saw the notice in the window for a beginners' class last week, but there isn't a sign now. Do you have one scheduled anytime soon?"
"As it happens, Margaret and I were just discussing a beginners' class for Thursday afternoons."
Anne Marie shook her head. "I work all day on Thursdays."
"I'm also thinking about starting a new class for people who work. How about lunchtime on Tuesdays?" Lydia suggested next. "Would you like to sign up for that?"
Before Anne Marie could respond, Margaret was on her feet. "That's too many classes," she muttered. "Lydia's teaching far too many classes and it exhausts her."
"Margaret!" Lydia protested and cast a despairing look at her sister.
"Well, it's true. You need to get someone else in here who can teach. I do as much as I can," she said, "but there are times I've got more customers than I