Real Men Knit

He was twirling a knitting needle between his fingers like drumsticks while staring at the boys in a no-nonsense manner.

Hungry and angry. Hangry.

And now, here she was, a grown ass woman, and still in the same space giving up her time for his dreams.

The world was here, right in her face, and she suddenly had no choice but to go out and meet it whether ready or not.

The thought brought with it a sizzle of anger that slid quickly along Kerry’s spine, followed immediately by a quick and intense feeling of guilt.

Despite the summer sun, warm and glinting off the freshly cleaned windows, showcasing the vintage baskets overflowing with color from the brand-new yarns that Mama Joy had gotten in barely two weeks before, Kerry still felt a chill run through her body that sent goose pimples rippling across her bare forearms.