Blossom Street. Debbie Macomber

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СКАЧАТЬ nodding at the other two women who sat across from her. “My name is Jacqueline Donovan. My husband’s architectural firm is responsible for the Blossom Street renovation. I wanted to learn how to knit because I’m about to become a grandmother for the first time.”

      Immediately Alix jerked her head up and stared at the older woman. “Your husband’s the one behind this whole mess? You tell him to keep his hands off my apartment, understand?”

      “How dare you speak to me in that tone of voice!”

      The two women glared at one another. Alix was halfway out of her chair, and I had to admire Jacqueline, who didn’t so much as flinch. I quickly turned to Carol. “Would you mind going next?” I asked and my voice must have betrayed my nervousness.

      I’d come to know Carol a little; she’d been in the shop twice already and had bought yarn. I knew why she’d joined the class and hoped we could be friends.

      “Yes, hi,” Carol said, sounding as unsettled as I felt.

      Alix continued to glare at Jacqueline but the older woman did a masterful job of ignoring her. I should have known something like this would happen, but felt powerless to stop it. Alix and Jacqueline were about as different as any two women could be.

      “My name is Carol Girard and my husband and I are hoping for a child. I’m currently undergoing fertility treatments. I’m having an IVF attempt in July. The reason I’m in this class is that I want to knit a blanket for my yet-to-be-conceived baby.”

      I could see from Alix’s face that she didn’t understand the term.

      “IVF refers to in vitro fertilization,” Carol explained.

      “I read a wonderful article about that in a recent issue of Newsweek magazine,” Jacqueline said. “It’s amazing what doctors can do these days.”

      “Yes, there are quite a few miracle drugs available now, but thus far Doug and I haven’t received our miracle.”

      The look of longing on Carol’s face was so intense, I yearned to put my hand on her shoulder.

      “July is our last chance at the IVF process,” she added. Carol bit down on her lower lip and I wondered if she knew how much of her anxiety she revealed.

      “What do they do to you with this in vitro stuff?” Alix asked, leaning forward. She seemed genuinely interested.

      “It’s a rather long, drawn-out process,” Carol said. “I’m not sure you want me to take class time to go though it all.”

      “Would you mind?” Alix asked, surprising me with her curiosity.

      “By all means,” Jacqueline chimed in, but I doubted that her interest was as sincere as Alix’s seemed to be.

      “Well,” Carol said, clasping her hands on the table, “it all starts with drugs.”

      “Doesn’t everything?” Alix laughed at her own joke, but no one else joined in.

      “I was on this drug that stimulates the ovaries to produce eggs, and once the eggs appeared, they had to be harvested.”

      “Did it hurt?” Jacqueline asked.

      “Only slightly, but all I had to do was think about a baby, and any discomfort was worth it. We both want to be parents so badly.”

      That much was obvious, and from what I’d seen of Carol I was sure she’d be a wonderful mother.

      “After the doctor collected Doug’s sperm, my eggs were inseminated to create a number of embryo cultures. These are then transferred to my uterus. We’ve had two attempts that didn’t succeed, and the insurance company will only pay for three and, well, it’s just very important that I get pregnant this time.”

      “It seems to me you’re putting lots of stress on yourself,” Alix said in what I found to be an insightful comment.

      “How nerve-racking for you both,” Jacqueline murmured.

      “I feel so confident, though.” Carol positively beamed with it. “I’m not sure why, but for the first time in months I feel really good about all of this. We decided to wait after our last attempt. Mostly because Doug and I needed a while to deal with our disappointment over the second failure. I also felt it was necessary to prepare myself physically and mentally. But it’s going to work this time. I just know we’re going to have our baby.”

      “I hope you do,” Alix said. “People who want children should have them.”

      “There’s always adoption,” Jacqueline said. “Have you considered that?”

      “We have,” Carol replied. “It’s a viable option, but we don’t want to try for adoption until we’ve done everything possible to have a biological child.”

      “From what I understand, there’s quite a waiting period,” Jacqueline said and then seemed to regret speaking.

      “Yes, I know … Doug and I have talked about that, too. We might have to look into an overseas adoption but we’ve read that those can be difficult. Anyway, these are all options we’re willing to consider if we can’t have our own child, but we’ll make those decisions when and if the time comes.”

      I waited a moment and then gestured to Alix. “Tell us a little about yourself.”

      Alix shrugged. “My name’s Alix Townsend and I work at the video store across the street.”

      I hoped she wouldn’t mention working on the baby blanket to deduct hours from her court-ordered community service, but I couldn’t stop her if she did. Once Jacqueline heard that, I figured she’d probably walk right out of the class. Forgive me for being so mercenary, but Jacqueline would buy far more yarn than Alix ever could.

      “I happen to like living in this neighborhood,” Alix said pointedly, “and I hope I can continue to live here once they’re through screwing up the street.” Her eyes narrowed as she stared across the table.

      “Don’t look at me like that,” Jacqueline muttered. “I don’t have anything to do with it.”

      “I thought,” I said, still standing, “that we could discuss the different weights and types of yarn for our first lesson.” I felt an urgent need to distract Alix, although I was a strong supporter of the Linus Project. “The pattern I’ve chosen is one of my favorites. What I like about this particular pattern is that it’s challenging enough to keep you interested, but not so difficult as to discourage you. It’s done in a four-ply worsted weight yarn and knits up fairly quickly.”

      I had a large wicker basket filled with samples of several worsted weight yarns in a variety of colors. “I know it might sound rather self-serving, but I feel I should mention something here. Always buy high-quality yarn. When you’re investing your time and effort in a project, you defeat yourself before you even start if you use bargain-basement yarn.”

      “I agree one-hundred percent,” Jacqueline said firmly. I’d known she wouldn’t have a problem with that.

      “What if some people can’t afford the high-priced stuff?” Alix demanded.

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