The soothing sensation of the needles braiding wool together quickly grew contagious, spreading among the women like some kind of sickness. So the next Sunday morning, Mathilde and Jeanne are both knitting with me. But it's not going as smooth and one would like it to be, at least for poor Mathilde.

"It's incredible how much I forgot about this..." She groans, unable to finish a scarf. "Back in the day I could knit a damn sweater in an afternoon!"

"You're supposed to calm down when you knit, Granny." Jeanne says, all wise and severe. "That's why you can't get it right."

"Easy for you to say; you're only six years old." Granny's retort is sour and resentful, but that doesn't faze Jeanne one bit.

"That's why you, as an adult, should know better."

"Seriously Cynthia, what do you even feed this girl?" A proud smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, but I keep knitting without lifting my eyes. Mathilde adds: "Sometimes she makes me go mum with her retorts."

"She inherited that from me."

"Yes, she certainly did, didn't she?" I ignore the sarcasm in her voice.

"Mr. McAllister said that the other day." Jeanne intervenes.

"Oh, did he?" I decide to ignore the teasing tone too, but I'm sure my frown is betraying me.

"He said Mom used to be like me when she was my age."

"So he has been interested since you were kids!" Mathilde chides, but suddenly her voice turns hard and moody again. "You didn't call him yet, did you?"

"Oh my God, Mom. You didn't call Mr. McAllister yet?"

"Stop ganging up on me, you two!"

Even my daughter is going to scold me for that?

"Then go ahead, humor us for a change, and call the guy already!" Mathilde unleashes her whole mean manners on me as she spits this out. "If it doesn't work, it doesn't work, but at least you tried, instead of being here knitting like an old lady."

"Hey! I knit like a six-year-old girl!"

In the end, she's probably right. I'm here waiting for something good to happen to me, and all I do for it is doing the house chores and knit. Above everything else, and despite all my negatives, I still have his number in my purse. And why would I save his number if I didn't think about calling him at some point?