SWEATER KNITTING CLUB

“Sweater knitting club?” Barry said.

“Sweater knitting club,” Becky reaffirms, “A club where we’ll knit a sweater!”

Becky, Barry, and Terrence were standing outside of a room in the local community center, a sign was taped on to the door stating in big block letter “SWEATER KNITTING CLUB”.

“Why are we here?” Barry asked.

“We’re gonna knit sweaters,” Becky said, like it was obvious. And it was, as they were standing in front of the room where the sweater knitting club was currently presiding.

“Oh,” Barry said slowly “But why?”

“For presents,” Becky said, excitement in her voice, “we’re gonna knit sweater for someone in our life, I don’t know about you guys but I’m giving mine to my sister.”

Now Terrence was nodding, slowly but definitely nodding.

“I see it,” he said, “This is a swell idea Becky.”

Barry laughed, “swell? Are we in the nineteen forties?”

Terrence stuck his tongue out at Barry.

“Swell is a perfectly good word for any time,” he said.

Barry nodded, but he was still chuckling.

Just then the door opened and a women with completely grey hair stepped out. They stared at each other for a second until Becky regained her composure and greeted the women brightly.

“You’re here for the knitting club?” the women asked.

“Yes, we are,” Becky said, looking over at Terrence and barry. Terrence was smiling brightly at the women and Barry now looked kind of frightened.

“Right, boys?” Becky asked them.

“You bet it,” Terrence said and Barry just nodded, he wasn’t good around people.

“Well, come on in,” the women says, “I’m Patrice.”

“Nice to meet you, Patrice,” Becky said, following Patrice into the room.

There were a couple other older women in the room, along with one old man and a couple with a little kid.

“Hi!” Becky said to all of them, “I’m Becky, and these two are Terrence and Barry.”

“Nice to meet you,” the group said back.

Becky lead the boys to a group of three chairs next to each other and took a seat.

“Did you guys bring any knitting supplies?” Patrice asked.

“Uhm, actually no,” Becky said, laughing nervously, “Must of slipped my mind.”

”That’s okay,” Patrice said, “We have extra.”

“Thank you,” Becky said.

“What colors would you guys like for your sweaters?” Patrice asked as she walked over to a table with a big basket full of yarn and knitting needles.

“Pink, please,” Becky said.

“Uhm,” Terrence said slowly, thinking it over for a second before saying “Red.”

“Blue,” Barry said quietly, but Patrice heard him and acknowledged him with a nod. She brought over three bundles of yarn in their preferred colors and a pair of knitting needles for each of them.

“Alright, let’s get started,” she said.

And to say that Becky, Terrence and Barry left the room an hour later feeling mildly confused, with bundles of yarn that were one day, hopefully, gonna be sweater, would be an understatement

Other good words were baffled, bewildered, and maybe disorientated.