Chapter 120
“Look what came in the mail today,” Leda announced. “The new issue of Needle and Thread.”
“Wow, this is so cool,” Amy cried, jumping up from the kitchen table and reaching out for the magazine. “You’re in print!” Amy read aloud the opening paragraph of her mother’s piece. “I didn’t know you were such a good writer, Mom,” she said when she had reached the final line.
“I didn’t, either,” Leda admitted. “I’m not saying it was easy or that I’m going to take up a new creative career, but I would like to write more about the role of craft in our lives.”
“We need to buy a few copies of this magazine for the archives. And I’ll put a link to the article on your website. With the interview in that journal and your winning the competition and now this, you’ll be a household name before long!”
Leda laughed. “Only in the crafting community, but that would certainly be an honor. Look at the time. I’d better get dinner started. Any requests?”
“Whatever you want, Mom,” Amy said. “And put me to work.”
Leda did. While Amy chopped garlic and shredded parmesan, Leda washed the fresh basil she had bought earlier. There was little more delicious than pesto sauce with big chunks of ripe tomatoes over pasta.
“I haven’t heard you talk much about the move to Boston,” Leda remarked. And as far as she knew Amy hadn’t seen her future roommates since her graduation party, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t been speaking with them. “We really need to be making plans. We still haven’t booked a U-Haul or decided what furniture you want to take with you.”
“I’ll take care of things, Mom,” Amy said hurriedly. “It’s not your responsibility.”
“But I want to help,” Leda said, smiling at her daughter. “I could pack your winter clothes if you like.”
Amy smiled distractedly. “Really, Mom,” she said. “I’m on it.”
Leda shrugged. “If you’re sure.” And as Leda poured olive oil on top of the basil, garlic, cheese, and pine nuts already piled in the Cuisinart she wondered if Amy was having doubts about the move. She wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case, not after the craziness Amy had experienced this summer. Well, if her daughter wanted to stay in Yorktide that was fine. There would have to be changes, of course—Amy would have to pull a lot more weight around the house than she was at the moment—but that was all right. Life was all about change. And Leda had a pretty good feeling that Amy was learning that lesson rapidly.