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  • her mother, indulges her with showing up @ a mother-daughter knitting class at a cool knitting shop in New Haven on Audubon Street. she, my daughter is immaculate in her black velvet dress, patiently acknowledging knitting, the needles, the yarn, the other little girl who goes to The Foote School and her mother (who fidgets and worries about her knitting projects), for two hours she falls in line, struggles and invents stitches and then near the end becomes a girl again, discovers lollipops on the counter, chooses a felt bag for our friend Flora. I am dimwitted, I am floored, I am happily a mother-in-the-hood. I get some darkrose colored yarn for a Dad we know who is a San Diego football fan and who is currently a cancer patient. We also get orange juice and a cookie. We rush home to soccer practice doing the best we can with each other. Saturday it is. It is May like maybe, like hello my love and goodbye.
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