“Ohhhh,” she breathes after the silence that had filled the room after Shel’s joke. “Oh, okay. Hey, you wanna make Lena one too? She needs some new sweaters– outgrown all last year’s. I can give you some money to do it if you want, it ain’t no problem.”
“Sweetheart you don’t gotta pay me.” she assures her after picker out a few balls of yarn. “I’ll make her one too. What’s her favorite color? Don’t wanna make one that she’s gonna hate.”









