Jessica had been absolutely right, this is exactly what she needed.
The brewery was alive with a dozen knitters. Every Tuesday and Friday afternoon, everyone who was available met out at Gina’s lovely B&B for knitting. Tuesday Becky had been drugged out of her mind. No, she’d been off the drugs by then, and busy admiring Harry unloading her truck. Then the sponge bath and… She’d been busy.
So, this afternoon wasn’t as good as last Tuesday’s, but it was wonderful in every other way.
Today, the ladies of the town had brought their knitting group to her. They pulled chairs and stools out of the tasting room and made a merry circle with the couch and armchair. She’d had Jessica pull out a case of cider and another of a cream soda she was rather proud of. Gina had brought ham-and-turkey roll
