Monday, March 16, 2009
Knit one, Purl one, Throw one
Harold peered into the darkness of Ada’s cellar. “Hello?” he said. “Is there anyone down there?” He waited three seconds before pulling the door.
“Dad! Don’t you dare!” Lucy appeared at the bottom of the steps, carrying a tapestry bag.
“That’s Mum’s old knitting bag,” said Harold. “It suits you, you know.”
“Thanks Dad.” Lucy pushed past him. “Gran? Can I have your old knitting bag?”
“Of course you can, love.” Ada smiled and patted her arm. “For a school project is it?”
“Something like that.” Lucy kissed her cheek, already calculating the aerodynamics of a number three knitting needle.