and now Chloe.
âThis is delicious,â Haley said as she nibbled on the salad.
I was happy to see her eating, but her quiche remained untouched.
âWe have so much catching up to do,â Chloe said.
I took a sip of wine and nodded. âI know. Iâm dying to hear all about your wedding plans. How is Henry?â
Chloe smiled and I saw the look of pure love on her face. âOh, heâs great. Heâll be over later. And yes, Iâll fill you in on all the wedding plans, but itâs just going to be a small gathering out there by the fishpond with my sister and her husband and some friends.â
âIâm so glad weâll be here for your wedding,â Haley said.
âI am too.â Chloe shot her a smile. âSo . . . whatâs going on in your lives?â
âMy nana is retiring to Florida,â Haley informed her.
I looked up to see the look of total surprise that crossed Chloeâs face.
âOh. Really? Well . . . that sounds . . . interesting?â
I laughed. âHmm, yeah. Interesting is a good word for it. Iâll fill you in later tonight when we have our evening gabfest.â
I took a gulp of wine and realized that my motherâs moving to Florida might have more implications than I could begin to think about.
Chapter 5
F ollowing lunch Chloe, Haley, and I walked out to the patio area. I took in a deep breath. It was a beautiful, warm afternoon and I could smell salt air from the Atlantic. I looked over to the stone wall and archway where I knew the fishpond was located; then my gaze fell on the beautiful honey stone building that reminded me of a thatched cottage in England, complete with oval-shaped wooden door. Dreamweavers. The name was Chloeâs inspiration. A wooden sign dangled from a post with the etched words âDreamweaver Yarn Shop & Nirvana Tea and Coffee.â Yarrow had also chosen the perfect name for her business.
âIâm dying to see the yarn shop,â Haley said, walking in that direction.
We followed her to the wooden door and stepped inside. It had been an empty shell when Iâd seen it last summer, but now it had been transformed into an enticing yarn shop. My gaze took in the cubbyholes filling the wall to my left, each one displaying various colors and fibers. Tables held baskets of yarn, and knitted items had been placed to catch the eye of a knitter. Mavis Anne Overby looked up from the cherrywood desk at the front of the shop when we walked in.
Clapping her hands together, she reached for her cane and walked toward us, a huge smile covering her face. âWelcome, welcome,â she exclaimed, as she hugged Haley and then me. âIâm so glad youâre here. Did you have a good drive? How about lunch? Have you eaten?â
I laughed and nodded. Mavis Anne had one of those big personalities that made you feel good just being in her presence. âThe drive was good and yes, Chloe had lunch ready when we arrived.â
âHey, youâre here,â I heard Yarrow call from the back, where her tea shop was located. She joined us and more hugs were exchanged.
I waved my hand around the shop. âThis is just gorgeous. I canât believe what youâve done with it.â I now saw the large rectangular wooden table to my right and knew that it was used for the instruction sessions and knit-alongs the shop had. And behind the display tables were a couple of cushy sofas and chairs, which I knew visitors and regulars to the shop couldnât resist using to chill out and socialize while they knitted.
Haley was already fingering various yarns on display. âOh, I know. This place looks so great. How lucky am I to stay right next door to a yarn shop,â she said, and all of us laughed.
âThank you,â Mavis Anne said. âI think I can speak for the three of us when I say itâs been a labor of love. And so far, itâs proving to be very successful.â
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