kindness.
Sam scowled back at her. âWhat is with you? I havenât seen you this grumpy since Kizzy beat you out in the Fourth of July pie-baking contest.â
âI am not grumpy,â she snapped, and then burst into tears. âYes I am. Iâm sorry.â
Sam pulled her into a big bear hug. âI know you miss the girls, babe, but itâll be Christmas before you know it and theyâll be back.â
âOnly for a visit.â Sarah sniffled. âIâm grandchildless.â
âNo youâre not. Theyâre just in a different location.â
âThe house is so empty,â she continued.
âSo, letâs go to the pound and get a dog,â Sam suggested.
âOh, leave it to a man who is gone half the week to suggest getting something to housebreak,â Sarah said in disgust ending their embrace. âAnd how can you compare a dog to a grandchild?â
âThey both make messes?â he guessed.
âThat is not funny, and itâs not funny that the girls are growing up without their nana.â
âThe girls have been gone a week, and youâve talked to them on the phone every day.â
âItâs not the same as having them here.â Sarah threw up her hands in frustration. âWhat is the point of surviving parenthood if you donât get to enjoy being a grandparent? And whatâs the point of having all this baking knowledge if I donât have someone to share it with?â She turned back to the sink and scowled out the kitchen window at the gray sky hanging over the lake.
âYou share it with me,â Sam said, hugging her from behind. âIn fact, itâs kind of nice to have the house all to ourselves, dontcha think? Like being newlyweds again,â he added, a hand sneaking up toward her breast. âI might get to see more of mywife now that sheâs not always running off to babysit and bake cookies.â
Sarah squirmed away. âYou are not listening to a word Iâm saying.â
âYeah, I am,â he insisted. âBut maybe weâre headed into a new phase. Letâs just relax and see where it leads.â
She crossed her arms. âI already donât like where itâs leading.â She was going to be a stranger to her grandchildren at this rate.
Sam frowned. âSo, go find some kid to bake with. Arenât you looking for ways to pay it forward? You shouldnât have trouble finding a kid somewhere in this town who likes oatmeal cookies,â he added, pulling the half-read copy of the
Heart Lake Herald
from the kitchen table and making for the living room.
âWhere are you going? What happened to doing the dishes?â she called after him.
âIâm saving you the trouble and firing myself,â he called back.
âYou are not funny. Not even remotely.â She abandoned the dishes and left the kitchen. If he thought she was even going near a dish on her day off he was delirious.
But what was she going to do? She decided to work on her quilts. She went to her craft room and pulled out the fabric sheâd bought at Emmaâs shop.
Fabric wasnât the only thing sheâd gotten. Quilting was a hungry hobby that ate lots of money. Sheâd also purchased batting, a cutting mat, fabric-marking pencils, a quilting hoop, a quilting thimble, safety pins, and a rotary cutter. But it had been worth the cost. The girls would have special quilts to curl up under and remember their nana. She sighed and set to workmeasuring and making her squares. Emma had suggested starting with something simple, so Sarah was putting together two twin-sized quilts made with the traditional four-patch blocks. She should have them done by Christmas.
But Christmas of what year? Two hours later, she straightened up, cracking half a dozen vertebrae in the process, and looked at the pile of squares in front of her. âYouâre making progress,â she told herself. Slow
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