crusts. She buttered it and cut it into triangles.
“Thanks, I guess,” Olivia said, picking up one of the pieces.
“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry.” The young mother blushed with embarrassment. “I see bread and go on automatic pilot. My kids hate crust and I make what I call a puzzle.” She demonstrated by moving around the triangles. “They love to put the pieces back together before they eat them.”
“You need this weekend,” our leader said with a smile, and I suggested everyone get their food. It might have been a little heartier fare than the Blue Door served, but it smelled delicious.
I was glad for the dinner. When it came to muffins or cookies or pie, I was your girl. But regular food? I was embarrassed to admit that I lived on frozen entrées.
Dinner was a success. The only problem wasn’t even really a problem. Olivia thought someone had taken her purse, but it was located under the table. She seemed to be looking for things to be upset about. As we got up to go, Kris made an announcement.
“I thought it would be nice if we all met at the fire circle and had a toast to Joan’s memory. I’ve ordered some wine.” Edie offered to tell Scott, and we agreed to meet in half an our.
“Do you think I should have done the wine thing?” I said to Lucinda when we got outside. “Maybe I should offer to pay for half of it.” Lucinda suggested I let it be.
It was inky dark outside, with only low-watt lights dotting the road that wound through the grounds. The waves sounded loud now that the tide had come in, and the air smelled of wood smoke. I followed Lucinda to her room so she could pick up a jacket.
“Wow,” I said when she’d opened the door. I hadn’t seen the accommodations before. Her room was on the first floor of a building called Sand and Sea. I understood Bree’s comment now. The room had none of the usual amenities of a hotel. There were two narrow single beds, a dresser and a radio. The bathroom was the size of a closet, with only a stall shower.
“The point is the rooms are really just for sleeping,” Lucinda said. We’d passed a living room area as we came in. A cozy fire was going in the fireplace, and there was plenty of comfortable seating.
When I’d come back for dinner, I’d left the Armani jacket and gone with my usual green fleece zip up. As Lucinda and I found our way through the grounds, I was glad I’d made the change.
The fire circle was located just before the dirt morphed into sand. A glass barrier stopped the wind, and a number of benches were arranged around a crackling fire going in a pit in the center. The only other light came from a lone floodlight.
“This is just like camp,” Lucinda said as we joined the group. Her comment seemed rather funny, considering her designer outfit. As if anyone would wear that Eileen Fisher outfit to camp. Lucinda and I were trying to decide whether to sit or stand when Kevin St. John stepped out of the darkness. It must have been the firelight making weird shadows on the manager’s face, but he looked kind of sinister. He was carrying a tray of glasses. I guessed it was red wine, but in this light it looked almost black.
He set it down, and everyone went to help themselves. Lucinda and I got glasses and found seats close to the fire. I was surprised to see that Kevin St. John had stayed and was joining the toast. The breeze made the flames dance as Kris held up her wine.
“Thank you, Joan, for starting this great tradition of yarn get-togethers in this beautiful place. You will be missed.” Kris nodded, and everyone began clinking glasses before taking the first sip.
“Don’t you think you should mention Amanda?” Edie said as she glanced in the direction of the water. The small woman shuddered, and I didn’t think it was from the chill air.
Kris seemed at a loss, but Kevin didn’t. “That’s not the same. Joan put on the retreats. Amanda What’s-her-name was just a participant,” Kevin said.
Edie didn’t
“Thanks, I guess,” Olivia said, picking up one of the pieces.
“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry.” The young mother blushed with embarrassment. “I see bread and go on automatic pilot. My kids hate crust and I make what I call a puzzle.” She demonstrated by moving around the triangles. “They love to put the pieces back together before they eat them.”
“You need this weekend,” our leader said with a smile, and I suggested everyone get their food. It might have been a little heartier fare than the Blue Door served, but it smelled delicious.
I was glad for the dinner. When it came to muffins or cookies or pie, I was your girl. But regular food? I was embarrassed to admit that I lived on frozen entrées.
Dinner was a success. The only problem wasn’t even really a problem. Olivia thought someone had taken her purse, but it was located under the table. She seemed to be looking for things to be upset about. As we got up to go, Kris made an announcement.
“I thought it would be nice if we all met at the fire circle and had a toast to Joan’s memory. I’ve ordered some wine.” Edie offered to tell Scott, and we agreed to meet in half an our.
“Do you think I should have done the wine thing?” I said to Lucinda when we got outside. “Maybe I should offer to pay for half of it.” Lucinda suggested I let it be.
It was inky dark outside, with only low-watt lights dotting the road that wound through the grounds. The waves sounded loud now that the tide had come in, and the air smelled of wood smoke. I followed Lucinda to her room so she could pick up a jacket.
“Wow,” I said when she’d opened the door. I hadn’t seen the accommodations before. Her room was on the first floor of a building called Sand and Sea. I understood Bree’s comment now. The room had none of the usual amenities of a hotel. There were two narrow single beds, a dresser and a radio. The bathroom was the size of a closet, with only a stall shower.
“The point is the rooms are really just for sleeping,” Lucinda said. We’d passed a living room area as we came in. A cozy fire was going in the fireplace, and there was plenty of comfortable seating.
When I’d come back for dinner, I’d left the Armani jacket and gone with my usual green fleece zip up. As Lucinda and I found our way through the grounds, I was glad I’d made the change.
The fire circle was located just before the dirt morphed into sand. A glass barrier stopped the wind, and a number of benches were arranged around a crackling fire going in a pit in the center. The only other light came from a lone floodlight.
“This is just like camp,” Lucinda said as we joined the group. Her comment seemed rather funny, considering her designer outfit. As if anyone would wear that Eileen Fisher outfit to camp. Lucinda and I were trying to decide whether to sit or stand when Kevin St. John stepped out of the darkness. It must have been the firelight making weird shadows on the manager’s face, but he looked kind of sinister. He was carrying a tray of glasses. I guessed it was red wine, but in this light it looked almost black.
He set it down, and everyone went to help themselves. Lucinda and I got glasses and found seats close to the fire. I was surprised to see that Kevin St. John had stayed and was joining the toast. The breeze made the flames dance as Kris held up her wine.
“Thank you, Joan, for starting this great tradition of yarn get-togethers in this beautiful place. You will be missed.” Kris nodded, and everyone began clinking glasses before taking the first sip.
“Don’t you think you should mention Amanda?” Edie said as she glanced in the direction of the water. The small woman shuddered, and I didn’t think it was from the chill air.
Kris seemed at a loss, but Kevin didn’t. “That’s not the same. Joan put on the retreats. Amanda What’s-her-name was just a participant,” Kevin said.
Edie didn’t
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