Knitting A Mystery

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Knitting A Mystery

By: Bootsie

This work was actually written by my grandmother many years

ago. I found it in the attic inside a box of old letters to

and from fellow poets and amateur writers. Apparently she had

a friend who wrote mystery novels, and in this correspondence

with the friend, she is demonstrating some idea for a project

of her own.

For what it's worth:

                     Knitting a Mystery

                        by Grandma

I am knitting a mystery. I don't speak of murder, mind

you. There are many mysteries in the world that have nothing

to do with murder. Neither do I speak of crime. For we can

say the same thing about mysteries and crime.

My mystery rather speaks about knitting. Yes, the pastime

of many a woman, wherein one sits and fabricates a thread

toward some kind of garment or blanket. Today I'm

knitting baby booties, although I've no right to,

naturally. Nobody I know is having a baby. Or, rather,

nobody I know has admitted to being on the nest. I have a

daughter but she is far past the age of expecting any new

little ones. She had a son years ago who died as a toddler.

He accidentally hung himself on the dining-room curtains.

It's complicated and I won't revisit the matter.

But to stay on topic, suffice it to say that our story has

everything to do with someone having a baby. The mystery is

the someone.

You may ask why I am knitting baby booties if I don't

know anyone who's having a baby. And its because I had a

dream last night. I had a dream that a little baby boy, no

more than a toddler, came awkwardly across the yard to me. He

spoke very sweetly, and with perfect English said, "Very soon,

I'm coming to meet you." Can you believe that? Coming

to meet me. As though someone in my life is going to have a

baby and I am going to meet him. Then oddly, he added,

"Please don't be afraid." Although I can't imagine

why I would be afraid of a little cherub like him. He was so

angelic and kind.

And so . . . I just sit here and knit my booties and wait.

I hope he's going to like them.