Presumably her pillow wouldn’t be a poor representation of an NBA star, but she still worried her stitches would be bad enough to deserve public mockery.
There were only a few other people in the class, and each of them was set up in front of a gleaming white sewing machine. The teacher explained that a pillowcase was a great project for absolute beginners, since it was basically sewing a rectangle, but it would teach them the skills they’d need to sew anything else.
Their first task was picking out the fabric, so Teddy roamed the warm, well-lit sewing space, running her hand across the bolts. There were so many colors and patterns that she felt overwhelmed, and she almost asked Eleanor what she was going to pick. She craned her neck to spot Eleanor on the other side of the store, humming to herself as she picked up some yellow-and-green printed fabric and held it up.
But no. Teddy could do this on her own. She’d sung karaoke, she’d befriended Carlos, and she was fully capable of choosing her own fabric.
“This isn’t a life-or-death decision,” she muttered to herself.
“It’s really not.”
She looked up to see her teacher standing beside her. She smiled gently. “If you don’t like what you make, you can always make another one.”
Teddy nodded. “Very good point.” She bent down and picked up an orange-and-red floral print.
“Beautiful choice,” the teacher said, then called over her shoulder as she walked away, “Red is definitely your color.”
Teddy looked down at what she was wearing—a red jumper over a white collared blouse. She and Eleanor had found it while vintage shopping at Flower Child, and she liked to think about the jumper’s previous life. Maybe it had belonged to some other person who was starting over, someone who was finally discovering who they really were.
After spending so many years in gray cardigans with Richard, Teddy could hardly believe that she’d become someone who had a color, and that color was red. She was still getting used to people seeing her, to trying to be seen, but she was discovering that she liked it.
Teddy brought her fabric back to her machine and tried her best to follow along with the teacher’s clear instructions. Eleanor was, of course, humming right along—her pillowcase looked beautiful. Showroom perfect, really. If there were ever a pillowcase art show at the Columbus Museum of Art, Eleanor’s would be on display. Teddy’s, meanwhile . . . well, her seams were crooked. She still wasn’t sure about the fabric. It seemed . . . wrong, somehow.
Teddy swallowed the ball of anxiety in her throat as the teacher walked slowly around the room, inspecting each person’s work and pointing out areas they might want to focus on. Teddy’s breath quickened as her teacher approached, and although it wasn’t really possible to use a sewing machine frantically, she felt as if her stitches had a slightly manic edge to them.
The teacher bent down to say something to Eleanor, and Teddy could feel herself sweating. Here it came. She was next, and this was the moment of truth.
Teddy sat motionless as the teacher finished talking to Eleanor and moved on to Teddy’s station.
She peered over Teddy’s shoulder as Teddy held her breath.
“Looks great!” she said.
“Wait,” Teddy said as the teacher walked away. “That’s it?”
She stopped and turned around.
“You mean you’re not going to hold up my pillowcase and tell the class that it’s an example of what not to do?” Teddy asked.
The teacher paused and pursed her lips. “No?”
“Oh.” Teddy turned back to her pillowcase, suddenly feeling lighter than she had all evening. She laughed. “Okay!”
She spent the rest of the class lost in the whirr of the machine.
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THE CLASS WENT so well that Teddy and Eleanor ended up splitting the cost of a sewing machine and bringing one home. They named him Scott.
The next evening, with Everett’s latest email in mind, Teddy visited her mom. She wanted to find the lumpy portrait of Shaq, which she knew was somewhere at her mother’s house, because her mother never got rid of anything from Teddy’s and Sophia’s childhood. Somewhere in the basement, there was definitely a creepy jar full of their baby teeth. Teddy made a note to tell Kirsten about it; it would probably be great for some of her more experimental work, or at the very least for Halloween decorations.
Teddy’s old bedroom had been completely redecorated and was now a guest room with tan walls and Target-sourced artwork on the