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around, making it stop short. There was no question. Jack was an impressive man. His shoulders looked even broader beneath his heavy parka, his booted legs in the stirrups, longer, his hands enclosed in leather gloves, bigger. Even his Stetson added to his height.
Curious to know if he was working the horse for some kind of event, she said to Flo, who'd entered the bedroom carrying fresh towels, "Why is Jack working the horse?"
"He's keeping the riding horses from getting sour," Flo replied. Leaving the towels in the bath, she left.
Grace glanced out the window again then decided to keep her mind occupied in more productive ways that staring at the father of her child. Although the only thing she'd ever knitted was a hat, from the illustrations in the book she knew how to start. After deciding to knit a pair of tiny socks, she picked up the circular needles and a skein of yellow yarn, then looked at the instructions and read:
Cast on and divide the stitches evenly between the circular needles.
Which she managed to do.
Slide the stitches around and knit from either end of the needle...
Within the hour, she had a tiny yellow cylinder and was ready to start the heel of the sock.
Form the heel by working a portion of the stitches on the needle, then turn the work and knit those same stitches again before stitching all the stitches on the needle.
Which made no sense. Skipping to the part about the gusset, she continued reading, deciding to keep on as she was and finish with a closed toe, if she could figure it out.
Knit the main part of the foot and decrease for the toes then graft the fabric together so the sock is closed at the toe.
As she mulled over the directions, while trying to figure out what grafting meant, she felt eyes on her and looked up to find Jack standing in the doorway, a very endearing smile on his lips. Her heart gave a little ka-thump. "What's so amusing?" she asked, managing to catch a stitch before it dropped off the needle.
"Nothing," Jack replied. "You look contented."
"I thought you had work to do," Grace said, frowning at the long narrow sock.
"I do," Jack replied, "but I'm taking a break." He dragged a chair over to the bed, and after sitting down, glanced at her knitting, a puzzled look on his face.
"It's a sock," Grace said, holding it up. "I couldn't figure out how to knit a heel." Jack smiled, and Grace decided she loved his smile. Different from Marc's, but appealing nonetheless. "I'll figure it out for the next pair." She set the knitting aside and rested her hands on her belly.
Jack stared at her hands, or maybe her stomach, she couldn't decide which, and he became thoughtful, as he often did when he looked at her belly. After several seconds ticked by, he lifted her hand with her wedding ring set, and fingering the diamond in her engagement ring, said, "What was your husband like?"
Grace was surprised by Jack's question. It was the first time he'd asked about Marc. She looked at her hand in his, and replied, "He was a wonderful man, sweet, caring, a good provider."
"What happened?" Jack asked.
"He died of cancer," Grace replied, surprised to be talking about Marc without tearing up. Surprised to be talking about Marc at all. For the past three days she'd been so wrapped up in the change in her life and the newness of Jack as her baby's father that her thoughts had been on him
"How long were you married?" Jack asked, turning her finger slightly, sending little shards of light glittering off the diamonds.
"Five years," Grace replied.
Continuing to look at the ring, Jack said, "Why didn't you start a family before you learned he had cancer?"
"The time wasn't right," Grace replied. "Marc was still in college. I had a job so we bought the house, but we didn't want to start a family until Marc finished his PhD. But then we found out he had colon cancer. We knew he'd have to go through chemo, so we decided to store Marc's sperm in case he became sterile, but when they did the
Curious to know if he was working the horse for some kind of event, she said to Flo, who'd entered the bedroom carrying fresh towels, "Why is Jack working the horse?"
"He's keeping the riding horses from getting sour," Flo replied. Leaving the towels in the bath, she left.
Grace glanced out the window again then decided to keep her mind occupied in more productive ways that staring at the father of her child. Although the only thing she'd ever knitted was a hat, from the illustrations in the book she knew how to start. After deciding to knit a pair of tiny socks, she picked up the circular needles and a skein of yellow yarn, then looked at the instructions and read:
Cast on and divide the stitches evenly between the circular needles.
Which she managed to do.
Slide the stitches around and knit from either end of the needle...
Within the hour, she had a tiny yellow cylinder and was ready to start the heel of the sock.
Form the heel by working a portion of the stitches on the needle, then turn the work and knit those same stitches again before stitching all the stitches on the needle.
Which made no sense. Skipping to the part about the gusset, she continued reading, deciding to keep on as she was and finish with a closed toe, if she could figure it out.
Knit the main part of the foot and decrease for the toes then graft the fabric together so the sock is closed at the toe.
As she mulled over the directions, while trying to figure out what grafting meant, she felt eyes on her and looked up to find Jack standing in the doorway, a very endearing smile on his lips. Her heart gave a little ka-thump. "What's so amusing?" she asked, managing to catch a stitch before it dropped off the needle.
"Nothing," Jack replied. "You look contented."
"I thought you had work to do," Grace said, frowning at the long narrow sock.
"I do," Jack replied, "but I'm taking a break." He dragged a chair over to the bed, and after sitting down, glanced at her knitting, a puzzled look on his face.
"It's a sock," Grace said, holding it up. "I couldn't figure out how to knit a heel." Jack smiled, and Grace decided she loved his smile. Different from Marc's, but appealing nonetheless. "I'll figure it out for the next pair." She set the knitting aside and rested her hands on her belly.
Jack stared at her hands, or maybe her stomach, she couldn't decide which, and he became thoughtful, as he often did when he looked at her belly. After several seconds ticked by, he lifted her hand with her wedding ring set, and fingering the diamond in her engagement ring, said, "What was your husband like?"
Grace was surprised by Jack's question. It was the first time he'd asked about Marc. She looked at her hand in his, and replied, "He was a wonderful man, sweet, caring, a good provider."
"What happened?" Jack asked.
"He died of cancer," Grace replied, surprised to be talking about Marc without tearing up. Surprised to be talking about Marc at all. For the past three days she'd been so wrapped up in the change in her life and the newness of Jack as her baby's father that her thoughts had been on him
"How long were you married?" Jack asked, turning her finger slightly, sending little shards of light glittering off the diamonds.
"Five years," Grace replied.
Continuing to look at the ring, Jack said, "Why didn't you start a family before you learned he had cancer?"
"The time wasn't right," Grace replied. "Marc was still in college. I had a job so we bought the house, but we didn't want to start a family until Marc finished his PhD. But then we found out he had colon cancer. We knew he'd have to go through chemo, so we decided to store Marc's sperm in case he became sterile, but when they did the
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