Harper gave her sister a look. “That yarn is ten dollars a thing.”
Frankie chuckled. “I believe it’s call a skein. Not athingof yarn.”
“Whatever. It’s still ten bucks.”
Frankie shrugged. “So? It’s a lot of yarn. How much could a throw possibly take?”
Just then her phone went off. She checked the screen. “Okay, I take that back. Jack said to get twelve skeins. And a pair of eight-millimeter circular knitting needles with at least a thirty-two-inch cord.”
Harper said nothing but did adopt her most I-told-you-so expression. She waited while Frankie put twelve skeins into the cart, which left only one in the bin.
“Okay,” Frankie said. “Knitting needles.”
“Next aisle,” Harper said. She’d passed them on the way.
Frankie found the needles Jack had requested and added them to the cart. “We’re done. We can go check out. Unless you’re still looking.”
“Looking was all I was doing. You know I’m not crafty.”
“You have other skills,” Frankie said with an indulgent smile. “But if you really wanted a new hobby, I’m sure there’s something you could pick up.”
“Reading is the only hobby I really need. Which reminds me—we should find the library.”
Frankie pushed the cart toward the registers. “That’s a fantastic idea. Look it up on your phone while I check out.”
Harper did that. As it turned out, they were only about five minutes away from the nearest branch. She relayed that info to Frankie as they carried out the bags of supplies. “You want to go? I’m game. We could get library cards and stock up on books.”
“Definitely,” Frankie said. “By the way, I keep meaning to tell you that I’m reading Kyle’s book right now and it’s pretty good. I don’t always go for the murder-thriller books, but it’s hard to put down.”
“I thought it was amazing.” Harper put the bag of yarn into the trunk. “What kind of books do you like?”
“Historical fiction, biographies, mysteries, a little romance now and then, family sagas, things like that.” Frankie loaded the last bag and closed the trunk. “But I like art books, too. No surprise there, I suppose. Someday I’ll have a library of those that I own. They’re great reference material.”
“I bet. You know, we should hit up some garage sales on Saturday. I bet there are some good ones.”
Frankie gave her sister a strange look. “You shop at garage sales?”
Harper laughed. “Just because I work with celebrities doesn’t mean I live like one. I furnished most of my place in L.A. with stuff from thrift shops and garage sales.”
“Really?”
“Yep.” Harper got in the car as Frankie climbed in behind the wheel. “Does that surprise you?”
“It does.” She found the library on her phone and set the GPS to navigate.
“It’s how I’ve managed to save a decent amount of money. Even a lot of the clothes I wear have come from those places. I do have some designer stuff, but it’s all been gifts. Or hand-me-downs from my clients. One of the perks of my job.”
“I’ll say. You don’t get designer goods as gifts when you work in the school system.”
“I suppose not.” Harper shook her head. “Teachers aren’t paid enough. Neither are the administrators.”
“No argument from me.”
“You think Willa’s going to be okay with that job? It can’t pay very much.” Harper couldn’t help but worry about her niece.
“I’m sure it doesn’t,” Frankie said, pulling out of the parking lot. “But leaving school to work was her decision. Entering the real world might not be everything she hoped for, but that’s a lesson she’s going to have to learn. I hope she’s happy. I hope she does great. But I think she’s in for a bit of a wake-up.”
Harper nodded. “That’s pretty much what I think, too.”
