Blossom Street (Books 1-10). Debbie Macomber

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      “I’m Lydia, by the way.”

      “Alix, spelled A-L-I-X.” She hadn’t expected to get on a first-name basis with the woman, but that was all right.

      “Hello, Alix, and welcome to A Good Yarn. Are you interested in knitting for the Linus Project?”

      “Well …” Her thoughts on the subject had been pretty vague. “I might be if I knew how to knit,” she finally muttered.

      “That’s what the classes are for.”

      Alix gave a short, humorless laugh. “I’m sure I wouldn’t be any good at knitting.”

      “Would you like to learn? It isn’t difficult.”

      She snorted, making an intentionally derisive sound. The truth was, Alix didn’t really know why she was here. Perhaps it was because of something from her childhood, some remembered moment or feeling. Her early years were blocked from her mind. Those court-appointed doctors had said she suffered from childhood amnesia. Whatever. Every now and then a fleeting memory flashed through her mind. Most of the time she didn’t know what had really happened and what hadn’t. What she did remember was that her parents had fought a great deal. An argument would break out and Alix would hide in her bedroom closet. With the door shut and her eyes closed, she managed to convince herself there was no yelling and no violence. In that closet she had another family, one from an imaginary world where mothers and fathers loved each other and didn’t scream or beat each other up. Her imaginary world had a real home where half the refrigerator wasn’t filled with beer and there were cookies and milk waiting for her when she got home from school. Through the years, fantasy had played as great a role in Alix’s memory as reality did. One thing she recalled in vivid detail was that this fantasy mother who loved her used to knit.

      Alix escaped into that closet quite often as a kid….

      “I have a beginners’ class starting next Friday afternoon if you’d like to join.”

      The words shook her from her reverie. Alix grinned. “You honestly think you could teach someone like me to knit?”

      “Of course I do,” Lydia returned without a pause. “I’ve taught lots of people and there are only two women signed up for the class, so I could give you plenty of attention.”

      “I’m left-handed.”

      “That’s not a problem.”

      The lady must be desperate for a sale. Excuses were easy enough to supply and eventually Lydia would give up on her. As for learning to knit, she didn’t have money to blow on yarn.

      “What about knitting a blanket for the Linus Project, like you mentioned?” Lydia asked.

      Alix had walked right into that one.

      Lydia kept on talking. “I’ve knit several blankets for the Linus Project myself,” she said.

      “You have?” So this woman had a heart.

      Lydia nodded. “There are only so many people to knit for, and it’s a worthy cause.”

      People to knit for … The mother in the closet knit. She sang songs to Alix and smelled of lavender and flowers. Alix had wanted to be like that mother one day. However, the path she’d followed had led her in a different direction. Perhaps this knitting class was something she could—should—do.

      “I guess I could try,” she said, jerking one shoulder. If Laurel found out about this, Alix would be the subject of a lot of jokes, but so what? She’d been ridiculed most of her life for one reason or another.

      Lydia smiled warmly. “That’s wonderful.”

      “If the blanket for the Linus Project doesn’t turn out, then it really doesn’t matter. It isn’t like anyone’ll know I was the one who knit it.”

      Lydia’s smile slowly faded. “You’ll know, Alix, and that’s the important thing.”

      “Yes, but … well, I’m thinking your class could serve a dual purpose.” That sounded good, Alix thought, pleased with herself. “I could learn to knit, and the time it takes me to finish the blanket will use up some of the hours I owe.”

      “You owe someone hours?”

      “Judge Roper gave me a hundred hours of community service for a bogus drug bust. I didn’t do it! I’m not stupid and he knows it.” Her hands involuntarily clenched. She still felt upset about that charge, because the marijuana had belonged to Laurel. “Doing drugs is stupid.” She paused, then blurted out, “My brother’s dead because of drugs. I’m not interested in giving up on life just yet.”

      Lydia straightened. “Let me see if I understand you correctly. You’d like to sign up for the knitting class and give the blanket to the Linus Project?”

      “Yeah.”

      “And the time it takes you to knit this blanket—” she hesitated briefly “—you want to use against your court-ordered community-service hours?”

      Alix detected a bit of attitude on Lydia’s part, but when it came to attitude, she had plenty of her own to spare. “Do you have a problem with that?”

      Lydia hesitated. “Not really, as long as you’re respectful to me and the other class members.”

      “Sure. Fine.” Alix glanced down at her watch. “I’ve got to get back to work. If you need me for anything, I’m almost always at the video store.”

      “Okay.” All of a sudden Lydia didn’t sound as confident as she had before.

      The video store was busy when Alix returned, and she hurried behind the counter.

      “What took you so long?” Laurel demanded. “Fund asked where you were and I told him you’d stepped into the ladies’ room.”

      “Sorry, I went outside for a cigarette.” According to the labor laws, she was entitled to a fifteen-minute break.

      “Did you meet any of the construction guys?”

      Alix shook her head as she moved over to the cash register. “Not a one. Four o’clock, and those guys are out of here faster than Seabiscuit.”

      “We got to get ourselves a union,” Laurel whispered.

      “Benefits.” Alix knew she was back in that dream world again. One day she’d find a job that paid more than minimum wage. It would be nice to have an apartment all to herself and not share it with Laurel. Laurel lived on the edge and was in danger of slipping off entirely. Alix’s biggest fear was that when Laurel went, she’d take Alix with her.

      5

      CHAPTER

      “If you can knit, purl and follow instructions, you can make anything.”

      —Linda Johnson, Linda’s Knit ‘N’ Stitch, Silverdale, Washington

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