Knitters were always up late at every retreat Cora had ever attended. What was it about knitting? “Hello,” Cora said in possibly a too-friendly voice for such a late hour. Members of the group glanced at her and some nodded. They appeared to be deep in conversation or a meditative state. The fire. The needles. The yarn. It was mesmerizing them. “Well, I think that’s it for me. I’m going to bed,” said Jennifer. “Good night,” Cora said. Cora sat down in her preferred overstuffed chair. Next to it she kept her basket of whatever project she was working on. These days it was an embroidery piece. She planned to make a fabric book of samples. She picked up the thread and needle and found her rhythm. The retreaters were all quietly working. The moment was a much-needed pause in her day, sitting there with other crafters, just enjoying their own craft and one another’s company. About thirty minutes later, Jane walked in the room with a bowl of popcorn and set it down on the table.
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