“Avah gave you that idea?” Sonny said, realization dawning. “That explains it. I was wondering why you suddenly decided to knit a sweater. But seriously—how did Avah even come up with that? No one in our circle knows how to knit.”
Titus shrugged lightly. “Who knows? I asked her what girls like because I wanted to get something for Jennifer. But Jennifer isn’t like other girls—she wouldn’t care for ordinary gifts.”
He paused, thinking it over. “Maybe Avah was just brushing me off, or maybe it was a spur-of-the-moment idea. Or maybe she actually meant it. Either way, she told me to knit a sweater for Jennifer. It’s already pretty cold in Havenmill this late in autumn. Even though we’re usually indoors with heating, we still go out sometimes—to feel the cold wind, to watch the snow.”
“A sweater actually makes sense here,” he added. “Back home, winter isn’t even as cold as autumn here. Wearing a sweater there would be unbearable.”
Sonny let out a quiet laugh. “You know your little project caused quite a stir, right? Once people heard you were hand-knitting a sweater for Jennifer, Hendrix and the others refused to be outdone. They’ve been squeezing in time to learn knitting too.”
He continued, amused, “Aunt Seren nearly laughed herself to tears when she heard. She even told me not to let Uncle Zack find out—otherwise, he’d feel pressured and start knitting sweaters too.”
Titus chuckled. “I didn’t expect it to snowball like that. No wonder everyone’s been calling and texting me, asking what kind of crazy idea I came up with.”
