Turns out, she’s an avid crocheter, did you know that?” “No,” I reply as she leads me to the chair across from Rose and passes me a glass of lemonade. “I did not know that.” “I wouldn’t say ‘avid,’ necessarily.” Rose’s eyes don’t leave mine as she leans forward to grab her bag from the floor and opens it, withdrawing a ball of black yarn and a set of crochet hooks. “My gran taught me growing up, and I like to dabble from time to time. But I might be a little out of practice. I’m probably not as good as Doc.”
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