Becky returned to the couch, favoring her bad leg. That last move of raising up on her toes had almost driven her back to trying to hop again. But he’d looked so hurt and lost that she would do it again.
She made it back to the couch and Jessica helped her get resettled. Tiffany regathered her knitting from where she’d dumped it on the floor and handed it over. Becky focused on getting restarted. One of the drawbacks to eyelash yarn was that it was so busy that it was almost impossible to tell whether or not you’d dropped a stitch. She carefully checked the main ply and welcomed the familiar rhythm once she could restart her knitting.
The conversation slowly resumed around her, a soft wash of friendly voices as pleasant as the rain on the barn’s tin roof.
She’d had her fair share of lov
