Myrna addressed her friends. “A new knitter is joining ‘Knotty Knitters.’ My sister called and asked if her friend Patsy would be welcome. I couldn’t imagine anyone objecting. She’ll be here any minute.”
On cue, the doorbell rang.
Gracie, being closest, opened the door to a tall, bulky man dressed in biker’s leathers holding his helmet in one hand and a yellow pannier with what appeared to be the tip of a metal knitting needle peeking out. She stared.
“Hello, I’m Pat See. I hope you are one of the naughty knitters.”
Gracie recovered. “Pat See? Not Patsy. Welcome indeed.”
On cue, the doorbell rang.
Gracie, being closest, opened the door to a tall, bulky man dressed in biker’s leathers holding his helmet in one hand and a yellow pannier with what appeared to be the tip of a metal knitting needle peeking out. She stared.
“Hello, I’m Pat See. I hope you are one of the naughty knitters.”
Gracie recovered. “Pat See? Not Patsy. Welcome indeed.”
