but nowadays it just made the emptiness of the house echo even louder.
As Jenna reached the end of yet another tiny grey row she flipped the needle around and easily untangled the stray threads. Pearl, pearl, knit, knit, knit, knit, pearl, pearl, cable. Repeat. The calm of the needles fell over her and she closed her eyes, not needing to look to know what she was doing. She'd been knitting for a long time now. Hours? It didn't feel like it, but as she cracked her lids and glanced at the window she saw the sky outside fading to deep, deep blue. A couple of minutes later she heard the front door open.
"Jenna-bear? How are you doing?"
"Fine, mom!" She called back. She heard babbling approaching her door and her mom cracked it open, trailing a slobbering Conner behind her, still bundled in his moist winter coat.
"You finish your project Bear?"
"Mostly." Jenna said. "I'm taking a small break. I think I might finish it up tomorrow."
"Try and finish it tonight if you can Bear, I figured we'd bring lunch to the hospital tomorrow, have a picnic with your father. The doctor said he shouldn't eat what we bring, he's still on the IV drip, but it doesn't matter if we bring something with us. Or you could bring it with you! You know how much your father loves helping you with your things."
"I might finish it tonight." Jenna said, meaningless words. She put away her knitting and stood, following her mother out the door to the kitchen. She was getting a little bit hungry. Her mother helped the toddler up the stairs, cooing. Her voice faded into dull white noise as they grew farther apart.
Picking through the refrigerator Jenna found a few plump oranges still cuddling in the bottom drawer, and took one out, taking it over to the sofa with her. She didn't turn on the television, there was never anything good on, and started to unpeel the fruit onto the coffee table. When she was down to the juice insides she took a slice out carefully and stuck it between her lips. She ate slowly, so that she could feel each drip of heavenly juice as if fell onto her tongue and cascaded down her throat. She didn't enjoy eating very much, it all just felt heavy as it slid down her throat and sat inside of her, restless in her easily angered stomach, but fruit was fresh and delicious, and oranges were god's greatest gift to man
As Jenna reached the end of yet another tiny grey row she flipped the needle around and easily untangled the stray threads. Pearl, pearl, knit, knit, knit, knit, pearl, pearl, cable. Repeat. The calm of the needles fell over her and she closed her eyes, not needing to look to know what she was doing. She'd been knitting for a long time now. Hours? It didn't feel like it, but as she cracked her lids and glanced at the window she saw the sky outside fading to deep, deep blue. A couple of minutes later she heard the front door open.
"Jenna-bear? How are you doing?"
"Fine, mom!" She called back. She heard babbling approaching her door and her mom cracked it open, trailing a slobbering Conner behind her, still bundled in his moist winter coat.
"You finish your project Bear?"
"Mostly." Jenna said. "I'm taking a small break. I think I might finish it up tomorrow."
"Try and finish it tonight if you can Bear, I figured we'd bring lunch to the hospital tomorrow, have a picnic with your father. The doctor said he shouldn't eat what we bring, he's still on the IV drip, but it doesn't matter if we bring something with us. Or you could bring it with you! You know how much your father loves helping you with your things."
"I might finish it tonight." Jenna said, meaningless words. She put away her knitting and stood, following her mother out the door to the kitchen. She was getting a little bit hungry. Her mother helped the toddler up the stairs, cooing. Her voice faded into dull white noise as they grew farther apart.
Picking through the refrigerator Jenna found a few plump oranges still cuddling in the bottom drawer, and took one out, taking it over to the sofa with her. She didn't turn on the television, there was never anything good on, and started to unpeel the fruit onto the coffee table. When she was down to the juice insides she took a slice out carefully and stuck it between her lips. She ate slowly, so that she could feel each drip of heavenly juice as if fell onto her tongue and cascaded down her throat. She didn't enjoy eating very much, it all just felt heavy as it slid down her throat and sat inside of her, restless in her easily angered stomach, but fruit was fresh and delicious, and oranges were god's greatest gift to man
