He returned to the "Dummies" guide. He realized he had been overthinking the tension—treating the wool like a math problem rather than a rhythm. He took a breath, loosened his grip, and followed the diagram for the "Long-Tail Cast-On."
"Knit one, purl two," Arthur muttered, his fingers fumbling with two oversized bamboo needles that felt more like oars in his hands.
Arthur glanced at the yellow book on the coffee table and winked. "Let’s just say I followed the instructions for the exceptionally brave."
At the party, Mia wrapped the wool around her neck, beaming. "It’s perfect, Grandpa! How did you learn?"