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smile in check. The image of Steve trying to sit on Lisa and Greg’s couch while kicking himself was funny. “I think that’s physiologically impossible, Jennifer.”
    Jennifer finally glanced up at Kelly and spotted her smile. “Yeah, but I wanted to make you smile. Steve’s lower than a snake’s belly right now.”
    Kelly deliberately didn’t reply, she just kept knitting increasingly tighter stitches onto her needles. Finally she said, “That’s a great shade for you. Is it another sweater?”
    “No, I’m making a short-sleeve top from the pattern hanging in the central room. I figure it’ll start getting warmer by April. I hope.” Jennifer’s fingers worked the yarn and glanced over at Kelly’s needles. “Is that the recycled silk yarn?”
    “Yes, it is. It’s been sitting in my stash basket for over two years, and I finally decided I was going to make something with it.”
    “Didn’t you try a scarf with it before? I vaguely remember that.”
    Kelly nodded. “I’d tried three different times and never liked the look of it when I got it on the needles. Everyone said to combine it with another yarn, and I tried three different ones. Didn’t like any of them, so I dumped it back into the basket.”
    “It’s such a pretty yarn,” Jennifer said, reaching over and fingering the nubbly silk. “All those different colors. It’s hard to imagine women unraveled their saris and then spun the silk into yarn. That’s got to be a ton of work.”
    Kelly rubbed the colorful fibers between her fingers. “I know. That’s probably why the yarn is so uneven. I finally got the idea of knitting with double strands of it and voila! That made all the difference. It’s going to be a really warm scarf.”
    “Well, I’m glad you didn’t give up on the yarn. You know, once you finish with that, you should make this top. It’s easy and it would look great with your business outfits.”
    Kelly reached over and fingered the pale peach color. Soft, yet springy. “Cotton?” she asked.
    “Cotton and bamboo. It should be pretty.”
    Kelly returned to her stitches, glad she’d diverted Jennifer’s attention and changed the conversation. She didn’t want to talk about Steve and his lower-than-a-snake’s-belly mood. He’d been in a bad mood the last six months they’d been together.
    “You know, Steve wants to apologize, but he doesn’t think you want to talk to him.”
    Clearly, Jennifer was determined to continue this train of conversation. We’ll see about that, thought Kelly. “He’s right. I don’t. Tell him to e-mail.”
    Jennifer looked up at Kelly again. “E-mail?”
    Kelly gave a nonchalant shrug. “It’s fast and easy. Or, he can send a text.”
    Jennifer eyed her. “Okaaaay, I’ll tell him next time he comes. Actually we suggested he just walk up at one of those meetings and say he’s sorry.”
    Kelly looked at Jennifer, startled. “ What? Are you nuts? I’m . . . I’m up to my ears with work at those things. I don’t have time to talk to Steve. Don’t be crazy.”
    “How about if he just says ‘hello’? Or, maybe gives you a wave?”
    “That’s okay, I guess,” Kelly said, unsure what to reply.
    “Good, I’ll tell him the next time I see him. Of course, I don’t know when that’ll be.” Jennifer said, returning to her stitches.
    Unsettled now by the scene Jennifer had painted, Kelly felt the silken yarn tighten up even more. She had to force her needle through the left stitch. Dropping it into her lap, she asked, “Did Pete put any coffee in the fridge?”
    Jennifer looked up solicitously. “Do you need some caffeine?”
    Annoyed by Jennifer’s question and the meaning behind it, Kelly retorted, “No, I don’t need any caffeine right now. I would simply like to have some.”
    “Wait a second, I’ll check,” Jennifer said, springing from her chair much faster than she used to before she and Pete began running every morning. She was back with a foam cup of coffee before