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yelled at him, and he took off over the golf course, heading toward the street.” Kelly rubbed her arms, feeling the cold at last.
    Steve stared toward the snowy greens. “You know, he could have just been some kid cutting across the course, Kelly. Maybe he came over to see Carl, that’s all.”
    “I don’t know. Maybe.” She stamped her feet as she stood beside the door. “This whole vandal thing has really gotten to me. Maybe he was just a kid, but maybe he was one of those jerks coming back to see what else he could do.”
    “Go in and grab your coat. Let’s get some coffee from Pete’s and head to the canyon. We can talk about it on the way.”
    Kelly stared at the empty frigid greens and let out a frustrated sigh. “Okay, here’s my mug. Tell Pete to fill ’er up. High octane.” She tossed the mug across the fence.
    Steve caught it with one hand. “Hey, what’s with the underhand girly throw? Where’s that first baseman’s arm?”
    “It’s frozen along with the rest of me. You won’t see it until the spring thaw.”
    Kelly grasped the banister and hastened down the steps to the shop basement, following after the rest of the students in Mimi’s evening dye class. Tracy was at the front of the line.
    “This is where we store everything. Forgive the chaos,” Mimi called out as she led her students around piles of large plastic bags filled with colorful yarns.
    “I’m amazed they can find anything down here. Stuff is piled all over,” Jennifer said over her shoulder to Kelly.
    That was putting it mildly, Kelly thought as Mimi led them through a rabbit warren of rooms leading to the back of the basement and the dye tubs. Since the house had been built in the 1930s, its basement was typical of that period, with a maze of small, low-ceilinged rooms opening one into another, and a huge, noisy ancient furnace. In other words—dark, spooky, and scary. Since she’d grown up in Fort Connor, Kelly remembered playing in this basement many times as a child. That was when Uncle Jim and Aunt Helen still owned the farmhouse—and were still alive.
    “I’d forgotten how many rooms were down here. I haven’t been in the basement since I was a kid,” Kelly said as she peered into room after cluttered room.
    Everywhere she looked, Kelly saw bags of yarn in every color imaginable. Metal shelves were stacked high with bags of fibers, fleeces, and spun yarns. Bags were on the floor, piles on top of piles. Floor-to-ceiling storage in every room.
    “All right, everyone, gather around and we’ll get started. Watch your heads in the doorway,” Mimi said as she led her little troupe into the small room next door to the furnace.
    Kelly ducked her head and found a spot beside Jennifer in the semicircle around Mimi. “Boy, Mimi, it’s a good thing you’re here. We need a guide to get back to the shop. I’m lost already.”
    “Well, it’s certainly out of the way, I’ll say that. But that makes it really peaceful and quiet. It’s a nice place to work,” Mimi said.
    “If you’re a ghost, yeah,” Jennifer said, glancing around the low-ceilinged room. “This is creepy down here. I almost expect that character from the Halloween movies to show up.”
    “Thanks for creeping us all out, Jennifer,” Tracy said as laughter and nervous squeals rippled around the group. “If we have nightmares tonight, it’s your fault.”
    “Hey, just making an observation.”
    "O-kay!” Mimi announced in a clear voice, taking control of the class again. “Now, your handouts have all these steps in detail. Right now, I simply want you to watch what I’m doing, so you’ll remember what each step looks like.” She lifted a large billowy skein of creamy yarn and held it up. “We always start with a cleaned fleece, which has been washed, carded, then spun like this one.” She offered it around for the class to touch.
    “Soft,” Kelly observed as she caressed the fibers.
    “It should be. This skein is made up of fifty