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love it. Well, I may have to sit
in with you and your class again, Madge. I’ve always wanted to see someone spinning
gold.”
* * *
Kelly looked up from her laptop screen where she was squirreled away in the comfy armchair
in the corner of Lambspun’s front room. Three customers were lined up at the cash
register counter where Rosa was handling questions and purchases. Connie, the other
shop assistant, sat at the winding table, removing a fat ball of hot pink fluffy wool
and mohair from the winding spindle.
“Ah, you’re finished,” Barbara’s big voice sounded as she entered the front room.
“May I use the yarn winder, please?”
“Sure, Barbara, be my guest,” Connie said as she vacated the chair. Scooping up four
fat balls of the hot pink yarn in her arms, she cleared the table.
Barbara sat down and loosened the fluffy loop of smoky gray spun yarn. She arranged
it on the yarn holders of the skein winder, then stretched one yarn strand and wound
it around the spindle of the ball winder on the other side of the table. Slowly, she
started to turn the ball winder handle, and the luscious gray yarn wound slowly from
the skein winder holders to form a ball around the spindle.
“Is that Madge’s prize-winning yarn?” Kelly asked.
“Yes, indeed,” Barbara replied. “Mom’s Montclair Blue.”
“That is such a gorgeous gray. I might be tempted to actually knit a winter sweater
even though it’s summer, and hot outside.”
“Sure you can, Kelly,” Barbara encouraged as she turned the handle, looking outside.
Kelly was about to return to her spreadsheets when she caught sight of Jennifer standing
beside the fence bordering the garden patio and the driveway. She appeared to be talking
to a man who had some papers in his hand. Kelly focused on the man and recognized
him as Jared Rizzoli.
Well, well
. Maybe Jen would make a sale this month when she didn’t expect it. Extra money was
always good, especially when someone was moving.
“Who’s Jennifer talking to outside?” Barbara asked, glancing to Kelly.
Remembering Barbara’s family’s financial disaster caused by Jared Rizzoli’s Ponzi
scheme, Kelly hesitated to answer honestly. “Uhhhh, I’m not sure,” she deliberately
hedged.
Connie stopped stacking fuzzy balls of azure blue mohair and glanced out the window.
“Oh, that’s the guy who’s doing the free seminars. Rizzoli. He’s the one who went
to jail. I saw him on the local TV news last night. They interviewed him.”
Barbara suddenly went ramrod straight as she stared out the window. Then she jumped
out of her chair, sending it backward. “That
bastard
!” she cried, and stormed from the room, her face thundercloud dark.
“Uh-oh,” Rosa said, brown eyes wide in obvious concern. “Barbara’s family lost everything
because of him.”
“Yeah, I know,” Kelly said, quickly leaving her cozy armchair to follow after Barbara.
Kelly had seen the banked fury on Barbara’s face when she related Rizzoli’s cheating
and manipulation. No telling what Barbara might do if she was face-to-face with the
man responsible for her family’s ruin.
Kelly sped through the adjoining room dominated by the Mother Loom and into the foyer.
Barbara was already outside, heading toward the garden patio. A tall woman, Barbara
had a long stride and covered ground fast while walking. Kelly pushed through the
shop front door and raced down the steps. Barbara was already down the sidewalk and
entering the garden. Jennifer and Rizzoli were still talking beside the fence, completely
unaware of the approaching storm in the form of Barbara.
“YOU!”
Barbara yelled up ahead. “You’re a thief and a
murderer
! My father is dead because of you!”
Kelly raced down the path and into the garden, noticing the startled café customers
sitting at nearby tables, staring at Barbara. Jennifer stared at Barbara as well,
clearly amazed by her
in with you and your class again, Madge. I’ve always wanted to see someone spinning
gold.”
* * *
Kelly looked up from her laptop screen where she was squirreled away in the comfy armchair
in the corner of Lambspun’s front room. Three customers were lined up at the cash
register counter where Rosa was handling questions and purchases. Connie, the other
shop assistant, sat at the winding table, removing a fat ball of hot pink fluffy wool
and mohair from the winding spindle.
“Ah, you’re finished,” Barbara’s big voice sounded as she entered the front room.
“May I use the yarn winder, please?”
“Sure, Barbara, be my guest,” Connie said as she vacated the chair. Scooping up four
fat balls of the hot pink yarn in her arms, she cleared the table.
Barbara sat down and loosened the fluffy loop of smoky gray spun yarn. She arranged
it on the yarn holders of the skein winder, then stretched one yarn strand and wound
it around the spindle of the ball winder on the other side of the table. Slowly, she
started to turn the ball winder handle, and the luscious gray yarn wound slowly from
the skein winder holders to form a ball around the spindle.
“Is that Madge’s prize-winning yarn?” Kelly asked.
“Yes, indeed,” Barbara replied. “Mom’s Montclair Blue.”
“That is such a gorgeous gray. I might be tempted to actually knit a winter sweater
even though it’s summer, and hot outside.”
“Sure you can, Kelly,” Barbara encouraged as she turned the handle, looking outside.
Kelly was about to return to her spreadsheets when she caught sight of Jennifer standing
beside the fence bordering the garden patio and the driveway. She appeared to be talking
to a man who had some papers in his hand. Kelly focused on the man and recognized
him as Jared Rizzoli.
Well, well
. Maybe Jen would make a sale this month when she didn’t expect it. Extra money was
always good, especially when someone was moving.
“Who’s Jennifer talking to outside?” Barbara asked, glancing to Kelly.
Remembering Barbara’s family’s financial disaster caused by Jared Rizzoli’s Ponzi
scheme, Kelly hesitated to answer honestly. “Uhhhh, I’m not sure,” she deliberately
hedged.
Connie stopped stacking fuzzy balls of azure blue mohair and glanced out the window.
“Oh, that’s the guy who’s doing the free seminars. Rizzoli. He’s the one who went
to jail. I saw him on the local TV news last night. They interviewed him.”
Barbara suddenly went ramrod straight as she stared out the window. Then she jumped
out of her chair, sending it backward. “That
bastard
!” she cried, and stormed from the room, her face thundercloud dark.
“Uh-oh,” Rosa said, brown eyes wide in obvious concern. “Barbara’s family lost everything
because of him.”
“Yeah, I know,” Kelly said, quickly leaving her cozy armchair to follow after Barbara.
Kelly had seen the banked fury on Barbara’s face when she related Rizzoli’s cheating
and manipulation. No telling what Barbara might do if she was face-to-face with the
man responsible for her family’s ruin.
Kelly sped through the adjoining room dominated by the Mother Loom and into the foyer.
Barbara was already outside, heading toward the garden patio. A tall woman, Barbara
had a long stride and covered ground fast while walking. Kelly pushed through the
shop front door and raced down the steps. Barbara was already down the sidewalk and
entering the garden. Jennifer and Rizzoli were still talking beside the fence, completely
unaware of the approaching storm in the form of Barbara.
“YOU!”
Barbara yelled up ahead. “You’re a thief and a
murderer
! My father is dead because of you!”
Kelly raced down the path and into the garden, noticing the startled café customers
sitting at nearby tables, staring at Barbara. Jennifer stared at Barbara as well,
clearly amazed by her
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