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are delicious,” said Stella, brushing an imaginary crumb off her houndstooth jacket. “Alice, may I save a few for Jason?”
“Absolutely!” she said jubilantly. “See, I told you Annie. Last week’s mishap was a mere anomaly.”
Annie passed Alice’s tote to Alice, and Alice passed the cookies to Annie. She took out two cookies and bit into one.
“Wow, you’re right. This is very tasty,” she said, avoiding Alice’s look of triumph.
“Now that Annie is finally here, we can begin our meeting,” Mary Beth said, putting down her knitting and looking around the room. “What is everyone working on? Kate is rather anxious that we not let down Reverend Wallace and the mission trip.”
Each woman in turn showed the progress she’d made on her work. They raved over Mary Beth’s pretty yarn, and teased Annie about her tiny square. “I think the people in Haiti are the same size as us,” Peggy said, a grin pulling at the corner of her mouth.
“Very funny. I’m using two granny-square patterns, and this is just one of the forty-eight squares,” Annie replied. “Once I’ve crocheted two or three squares, I can pretty much make the rest without even thinking about it. I figured it would be easy enough to make twenty-four of two stitch patterns and then stitch them together.”
Peggy was the last to share her project—a green and white quilt made of light cotton in a simple triangle pattern. Everyone agreed it would be very pretty once completed.
“I’ve been wondering about something,” Peggy said. She wore a white cardigan over her pink Cup & Saucer uniform and a pair of comfortable-looking white tennis shoes. “Isn’t Haiti a tropical island, so wouldn’t it be warm there? Do they even need blankets?”
“Good question, Peggy!” Kate set her crochet aside and faced the group. “I talked with Reverend Wallace at length about the trip. Yes, Haiti is an island, but it does get cool at night. And I looked it up—average high temperature is ninety-five, and average low is about seventy-two. It may not seem like much difference, but apparently seventy-two can feel cold when you’re used to it being much warmer.”
Annie remembered what a shock it had been to her system when she moved from Brookfield, Texas, to Stony Point, Maine. It rarely got below freezing in Texas, let alone have all that snow or the cold wind from the ocean. Someone had told her that the temperature in Stony Point had once fallen to negative thirty-nine degrees Fahrenheit. She shivered just thinking about it. And Texas certainly got much hotter than Maine—high temps in her new hometown would be around eighty degrees, while ninety-five was more the norm in Texas. So she could relate.
“Plus, the orphanage uses any funds they get to purchase medicines and food,” Kate added. “Everything’s donated; their government has been corrupt and ineffective, so it doesn’t support the many orphanages on the island.”
“I would guess there’s not much money left over for articles like blankets or other bedding, or anything else for that matter,” Stella said, looking over the top of her glasses.
“That’s exactly what the Reverend told me,” Kate replied. “He said many of the children have nothing of their own. He called me a couple days after I visited him and told me that the orphanage director—whose name I have completely forgotten—was thrilled with the thought of giving each child a blanket they could keep. It would be both useful and personal.”
“What about Annie’s idea to make blankets for the people working there?” Mary Beth asked. “And how many would they need?”
“I knew you guys would have questions, so I took some notes.” Kate got up and went to rummage around behind the counter and pulled out her notebook, flipping to the correct page. “Let’s see, the director—oh, his name is Father Bruno—said about twenty people work there at any given time, but most of them are temporary
“Absolutely!” she said jubilantly. “See, I told you Annie. Last week’s mishap was a mere anomaly.”
Annie passed Alice’s tote to Alice, and Alice passed the cookies to Annie. She took out two cookies and bit into one.
“Wow, you’re right. This is very tasty,” she said, avoiding Alice’s look of triumph.
“Now that Annie is finally here, we can begin our meeting,” Mary Beth said, putting down her knitting and looking around the room. “What is everyone working on? Kate is rather anxious that we not let down Reverend Wallace and the mission trip.”
Each woman in turn showed the progress she’d made on her work. They raved over Mary Beth’s pretty yarn, and teased Annie about her tiny square. “I think the people in Haiti are the same size as us,” Peggy said, a grin pulling at the corner of her mouth.
“Very funny. I’m using two granny-square patterns, and this is just one of the forty-eight squares,” Annie replied. “Once I’ve crocheted two or three squares, I can pretty much make the rest without even thinking about it. I figured it would be easy enough to make twenty-four of two stitch patterns and then stitch them together.”
Peggy was the last to share her project—a green and white quilt made of light cotton in a simple triangle pattern. Everyone agreed it would be very pretty once completed.
“I’ve been wondering about something,” Peggy said. She wore a white cardigan over her pink Cup & Saucer uniform and a pair of comfortable-looking white tennis shoes. “Isn’t Haiti a tropical island, so wouldn’t it be warm there? Do they even need blankets?”
“Good question, Peggy!” Kate set her crochet aside and faced the group. “I talked with Reverend Wallace at length about the trip. Yes, Haiti is an island, but it does get cool at night. And I looked it up—average high temperature is ninety-five, and average low is about seventy-two. It may not seem like much difference, but apparently seventy-two can feel cold when you’re used to it being much warmer.”
Annie remembered what a shock it had been to her system when she moved from Brookfield, Texas, to Stony Point, Maine. It rarely got below freezing in Texas, let alone have all that snow or the cold wind from the ocean. Someone had told her that the temperature in Stony Point had once fallen to negative thirty-nine degrees Fahrenheit. She shivered just thinking about it. And Texas certainly got much hotter than Maine—high temps in her new hometown would be around eighty degrees, while ninety-five was more the norm in Texas. So she could relate.
“Plus, the orphanage uses any funds they get to purchase medicines and food,” Kate added. “Everything’s donated; their government has been corrupt and ineffective, so it doesn’t support the many orphanages on the island.”
“I would guess there’s not much money left over for articles like blankets or other bedding, or anything else for that matter,” Stella said, looking over the top of her glasses.
“That’s exactly what the Reverend told me,” Kate replied. “He said many of the children have nothing of their own. He called me a couple days after I visited him and told me that the orphanage director—whose name I have completely forgotten—was thrilled with the thought of giving each child a blanket they could keep. It would be both useful and personal.”
“What about Annie’s idea to make blankets for the people working there?” Mary Beth asked. “And how many would they need?”
“I knew you guys would have questions, so I took some notes.” Kate got up and went to rummage around behind the counter and pulled out her notebook, flipping to the correct page. “Let’s see, the director—oh, his name is Father Bruno—said about twenty people work there at any given time, but most of them are temporary
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