Sunday, December 12, 2010
ice ice baby
"My God, that's a lot of yarn." She was surprised. As it was, she had her dark hair hidden under one of her own creations. Josie was a rather creative sort. She was crocheting little squares, already.
"Can you use any of it?" He wondered.
"Well, of course." She smiled. "What do I owe you?" Josie just gazed at him as if he'd made her day.
"Nothing. Really. My-my mom doesn't have time to crochet or knit or what ever it is you do with this stuff." He felt like having a melt down that he'd let the word Mom slip.
She looked at the black fingerless glove on his left hand. "He hated them, didn't he?" She looked a bit off kilter then as if she were mad at someone.
"Oh, no, no..I was just bugging Derrick about them. How he got a pair and I didn't." Ian managed a smile then.
"I see." She turned to the empty table.
"How much would another cost?" He wondered.
"I don't mind making you a pair." She told him.
"Well, could they be mittens. I would pay you." He told her.
Josie smiled as if she was happy with that idea. "I never made mittens."
"Sorry." He walked off then to get to work even if it were so quiet. It was just the two of them in the children's area. Ian really couldn't understand why Derrick didn't like her.