The Unfinished Sonata by K. D. McCrite

Author:K. D. McCrite [McCrite, K. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Mystery, Fiction
Publisher: www.DRGnetwork.com
Published: 2012-09-28T16:00:00+00:00

11

“Miss Annie, am I doin’ it right?” asked a young girl with the greenest eyes Annie had ever seen. She was one of four children sitting in small chairs in a Sunday school room at the Stony Point Community Church. Annie was endeavoring to teach them how to make a crochet chain. All but little, dark-eyed Sean Granger had mastered the chain stitch quite easily. Sean was barely four years old and refused to leave Mattie and Tasha, his older sisters.

Annie looked at the long chain of snug, even stitches the green-eyed girl held out to her.

“You’ve done a lovely job, Carly,” she said. “But try not to hold your yarn so firmly because it makes your stitches too tight. Here, let me show you.”

She demonstrated how to control the yarn, and Carly’s bright eyes watched every movement, missing nothing.

“OK, Miss Annie. I can do it now.”

Annie was amazed how quickly and expertly the child took to crocheting. The other three children in her class at the day camp struggled. At that moment they watched Carly with wide eyes.

“Have you ever done this before?” Annie asked her.

“Nope,” Carly said happily, making a chain at the speed of light. She looked up, “But Aunt Freda, she’s my grandma’s sister, crochets all the time. I like to watch her.”

“I see.”

“Aunt Freda won’t teach me, though, even when I asked and asked and asked. She says she don’t have the patience. Sometimes, she tells me I make her too nervous when I watch her, and she makes me go away. Sometimes, she lets me sit down beside her and watch for a long time.”

“Miss Annie!” hollered the brown-eyed little boy on her left. “Look, look!”

She turned and saw a tangle of yarn that would take an hour to unknot. She laughed gently, patted his head and said, “Let’s get you a new ball of yarn, Sean.”

By the time the two hours she had committed to the day camp were over, Annie felt both exhilarated and exhausted. She loved working with the kids, surrounded by their youth and eager voices. It had been too long since she’d been around youngsters, and these children made her long to see her grandchildren. Granted that most of the boys at the day camp were reluctant to learn any needlecraft, and even a few girls balked at the sight of thread, yarn, hooks, and needles. The ones who preferred a less quiet, messier craft went to other rooms where they indulged their creativity with clay or Popsicle sticks or plaster of paris.

She glanced across the hall and into the room directly opposite and saw Alice gathering up her bits and pieces of cross-stitch. She was laughing with three giggling young girls who were telling her knock-knock jokes.

“Will you come back next Friday, Miss Annie?” Carly asked, standing at Annie’s elbow. Her eyes shone in expectancy.

Annie smiled down at her. “I surely will. And will you be here too, Carly?”

Carly dimpled. “Yep! I can’t wait to show Aunt Freda what I learned today.

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