Knitting Mystery 04 - A Killer Stitch by Maggie Sefton

Author:Maggie Sefton [Sefton, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-07-12T04:00:00+00:00

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“Oh, my,” Lizzie said, catching her breath.

“Apparently, she’d only told her friend Ellen, in class.

Ellen confided in Megan and me because she was worried about Lucy. She needs to talk to a counseler. A grief counseler, at least. And she needs to see a doctor about the baby.”

“Oh, goodness, yes! You mean she hasn’t spoken with anyone?” Lizzie looked horrified. “Oh, she must, she must!

That poor child! Bereft and alone . . . and with child. Oh, my, we must help her.”

“Well, both Ellen and Lisa have suggested counseling, but Lucy refuses. In fact, she burst out in tears when Lisa offered to take her to see a therapist she’d used in the past.”

Lizzie wagged her head. “Poor dear.”

Kelly paused. “I thought maybe you could get through to her, Lizzie. I was sure that Lisa could reach Lucy, because Lisa had helped with Lucy’s therapy years ago. But no. Lucy ran out of the room crying at the suggestion.”

“How could I help, Kelly? I’m certainly not trained like Lisa.”

“Actually, I think that might be better. You’re a warm, caring, maternal woman, Lizzie.” Kelly emphasized with an encouraging smile. “And if anyone is in need of some old-fashioned mothering right now, it’s Lucy.”

A small smile tweaked Lizzie’s lips. “You’re very sweet to say that, Kelly. And if you think I can help, I will gladly try my best to get through to the poor girl.”

“See if you can convince her to see a counselor, someone, even a minister.”

“Hmmmm, that’s a thought. I’ll do my best, dear. Oops, here comes Hilda. Not a word.” She shushed dramatically.

“Good morning, Kelly,” Hilda broadcast as she marched toward the knitting table and took her customary seat at the A K I L L E R S T I TC H

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end. The better to teach class. “I have officially registered to resume my quest to learn to spin. Let us hope the old adage

‘three’s the charm’ is correct.” Hilda withdrew a delicate azure blue yarn from her bag and began to crochet, her hooked needle moving quickly. “I see you’re nearly finished with that scarf for the Denver gentleman. Excellent. You’ll have time to knit another gift.”

Kelly did her best to look appalled. The better to tease Hilda. “Not a chance, Hilda. One gift per holiday is my limit. It takes too long.”

Hilda eyed Kelly over her rimless glasses. “Then you should learn how to knit socks, my dear. They’re much quicker.”

Kelly laughed. “Quicker for you, maybe. All those little pointy needles . . . I don’t think so.”

“Nonsense, my dear,” Hilda scoffed. “You’re so adventur-ous in other ways. You must try socks.”

Socks as an adventure. Now, there was a new concept.

“I’ll make you a deal, Hilda. I’ll give socks a try when you learn how to spin. How’s that?” Kelly challenged.

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