me stretch my fingers.
“Did you actually enjoy it?”
“Yes.”
“You’re allowed to say no.”
“I liked doing something I couldn’t manage immediately.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Eventually,” I admitted.
She laughed, then grew thoughtful.
“I worried it might be selfish.”
“What?”
“Bringing you to something I already like. Making you spend an afternoon learning something because I want to do it.”
I considered that.
“You asked. I said yes.”
“That sounds very simple.”
“It was.”
She looked out the window for a moment.
“I suppose I’m used to people
