Blossom Street. Debbie Macomber

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      “Where’s Carol?” she asked Lydia, who stood at the end of the table, knitting needles in hand. Lydia carried her yarn and needles around with her, so her hands were constantly busy.

      “Carol decided to stay home this afternoon,” Lydia explained. “I’m afraid she had bad news. She lost the baby.”

      Jacqueline had feared as much. “I’m so sorry.”

      “She’s taking a few days to regroup, but I hope she’ll be back.”

      Jacqueline nodded; she felt terrible for Carol. The other woman’s desire for a child was so strong it verged on desperation. Jacqueline was worried about her and hoped Carol could, somehow, rebound from the loss. She recalled her own bitter disappointment over her inability to give birth to a second child, but at least she’d been able to have Paul. The likelihood that Carol and Doug would get a baby through adoption was slim. Jacqueline sighed. This was a sad turn of events, and there wasn’t a thing any of them could do.

      “I’m afraid we might lose Carol,” Lydia said.

      “Why? What do you mean?” Alix asked, anxiety in her voice.

      “She didn’t say anything, but I think she might be returning to work. The only reason she quit was for the baby, and she told me a couple of weeks ago that the brokerage firm would like her to come back.”

      Alix looked, if anything, even more dejected.

      Jacqueline wondered what was bothering her so much. Worry about Carol was obviously part of it, but Jacqueline sensed that something else was wrong.

      “How are you, Alix?” Jacqueline murmured, reaching inside her bag for her knitting. She was working on a scarf for her son. It was a lovely worsted wool, the same brown shade as a pony Paul had loved as a child. Jacqueline wondered if her son would remember Brownie and make the connection.

      “Hi,” Alix murmured, keeping her head lowered.

      Jacqueline looked to Lydia, who shrugged, indicating she didn’t know what was wrong, either. The shop grew quiet, the silence broken only by traffic noises from outside.

      Alix glanced up, and Jacqueline saw that she was no longer working on the man’s sweater she’d taken over from Carol. In fact, she was knitting something entirely different.

      “What’s your problem?” Jacqueline asked bluntly.

      “That’s my business.” Alix’s eyes flared to life as if she’d welcome a verbal confrontation.

      “Man trouble if I’ve ever seen it,” Jacqueline announced to Lydia, who grinned slightly and nodded in agreement.

      Alix’s mouth thinned but she didn’t take the bait.

      “My guess is it involves that minister you’re dating.”

      “We weren’t dating…. We were just friends.”

      “Past tense?” Lydia pried gently. “You aren’t seeing him anymore?”

      “I haven’t seen him in a while. He’s got more than one friend, if you know what I mean.”

      “You saw him with someone else,” Jacqueline guessed.

      Alix’s head was so low her chin sank into her chest when she nodded.

      “Someone pretty,” she mumbled. “And blond.” The girl in church.

      “Naturally,” Jacqueline added. She’d always imagined that Reese’s mistress was blond, and regarded with suspicion any blonde who came near him. Not that she cared, she told herself, but Jacqueline had to admit she occasionally wondered what the woman looked like. At the same time, she didn’t want to know. In fact, she usually tried not to think about her at all.

      Jacqueline’s marriage, what was left of it, had been strained since the night Reese had walked out on their dinner. She hadn’t forgiven him; more than that, she’d avoided him.

      Reese hadn’t made any effort to bridge the gap, either. Apparently, finding his roses stuffed in the garbage the next morning had been message enough.

      The three of them sat knitting together in silence. Lydia had to put her own knitting aside twice to help customers, and that left Jacqueline alone with Alix.

      Jacqueline wasn’t sure what prompted the idea, but once it took hold in her mind, it refused to leave.

      “I owe you a favor,” she announced with some fanfare.

      “For what?”

      Jacqueline was astonished that Alix had forgotten. “Dear girl, you might very well have saved my life.”

      A hint of a smile came and then quickly vanished. Alix shrugged as if her stepping into the alley that day and standing up to those hoodlums was just a routine incident. An ordinary, everyday event.

      “It’s time I repaid your kindness,” she said decisively.

      Alix was plainly curious. “How?”

      “I think,” Jacqueline said with flair, “that we’ll go for a complete makeover. My treat, naturally.”

      “A what?”

      “A beauty treatment.”

      Alix frowned. “What good’s that going to do?”

      “It might get you noticed by a certain young man.”

      “What kind of beauty treatment?” Alix tried to disguise her interest, but she didn’t fool Jacqueline.

      “We’d start with your hair.” Jacqueline examined the purple-tinted ends with a critical eye and resisted the urge to cringe. That dreadful color had to go. Motioning with her hand, she offered a few suggestions. “Get it cut and styled. Perhaps dye it a different color.”

      “Only if I like it,” the girl said warily.

      “Of course!”

      “Any color I want?”

      “Within reason.”

      Alix made a careless movement with her shoulders. “I suppose that would be all right.” She acted as if she was doing Jacqueline a favor. Two months ago Jacqueline would have taken offense at that but now she knew it was simply posturing.

      “I’d like to take you to my fashion consultant and—”

      Alix was shaking her head even before Jacqueline had finished the sentence. “I don’t need any advice on how to dress.”

      “Whatever you say, but I do think we should get you a couple of new outfits.”

      Still Alix hesitated, but then she gave a halfhearted nod. “Your treat?”

      “Of course.”

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