That stopped me.
Henry used to tease me because I could not watch television without knitting something.
Blankets.
Scarves.
Baby hats.
After he died, I put my needles into a drawer and never touched them again.
I went inside.
Bought two pairs of needles.
Four skeins of yarn.
Nothing fancy.
That evening, I sat at Ruth’s kitchen table and knitted until midnight.
My hands remembered before my heart did.
Melissa and Grant deteriorated.
I did not ask for updates, but news found me.
They put the SUV up for sale.
Then Grant withdrew money from his retirement account.
Then Melissa separated her paycheck from their joint finances.
Then one afternoon Denise called.
“You sitting down?”
“Yes.”
“They listed the house.”
I stared at the wall.
“The house?”
“The big one.”
