Her fingers began to twitch, eagerly ready to begin a new project.
Martha's never one to sit idle, is she?
“Thanks to your son’s writing such a compassionate article, a number of crafters in yarn guilds stepped up to create warm hats and gloves for cancer victims. Please tell him hello for me.”
Aww!
Grace laughed as she rang up and packaged the yarn. “If your cooking is *half* as good as Clark’s writing, dinner will be delicious!”
Awww! Like this a lot!
<He is a most pleasant man, very gentle and loving, the kind who will stand by your side no matter what may come. Ah, if only he would open the door of his heart and bid me inside. There must be a reason for his reluctance.>
<points to year> But...*you* can ask him out, Grace!
She remembered one instance in particular where he complained bitterly that Lois would end up an old maid with a display case full of prestigious but dusty old awards - yet no one to love - if she did not leave the newsroom every once in a while and have a real life.
Uncle Mike!
It seems the Lanes are a family driven to be the best in their chosen fields.
Oooh! I like that.
“It is getting dark. Shouldn’t we do that together?” Michelle asked with concern.
Uh-oh! She's gonna get mugged and require some Superhelp.
They had gotten into a comfortable morning routine, she picking up her usual order and pretending not to notice he had been outside waiting for her to appear he pretending Grace was just another customer. Yet there was a tug of happiness, a string of joy which seemed to grow tighter as time passed and their friendship deepened. Mike was always catering her artisan events and she was a sounding board for incidents happening at the restaurant.
<locks Mike and Grace in a room together until they start making out>
