Monday morning began with a cool mist over the garden, the first real chill of the week.
"Blanket weather," Linda said, peeking outside with her tea in hand. "I think today is the day."
Lyn pulled on her coat for work. "Save the fun part for after six, okay? I want to help."
"No promises," Linda said, laughing. "But I'll wait for you if I can."
At the hotel, the morning passed quickly. Lyn carried bags for two families and printed a city map for a tourist. Still, she caught herself glancing at the calendar behind the front desk more than once.
By six o'clock, the sky had turned a soft orange, and Lyn hurried home with Star barking a happy greeting at the gate.
"Perfect timing," Linda called from the storage room. "I found the extra blankets, but look." She held one up. A small moth hole sat near the corner.
"Just the one?" Lyn asked, checking the others carefully.
"Just the one," Linda said. "The rest are fine. We'll mend this one, or maybe give it to Star for her basket instead."
Star's ears perked up at the sound of her name, and she trotted over to sniff the blanket with great interest.
"I think she's already decided," Lyn said, smiling as Star turned in a circle twice and settled right down on top of it.
They carried the good blankets out to the veranda rail to air in the last of the evening sun, the colors glowing warm against the darkening sky.
Pinkysan watched from the windowsill, her tail flicking slowly, clearly unimpressed by all the fuss over fabric.
"Extra blankets, almost done," Linda said, crossing another line off her list. "Next is John's favorite tea. I still need to ask the shop if they have more."
"I can stop by tomorrow," Lyn offered. "It's close to the hotel."
Linda nodded, folding the blanket to be mended over her arm. "We're getting close now."
That night, as the house grew quiet, Lyn looked out at the persimmon tree one more time, its branches dark against a sky full of stars, and thought about how fast November was coming.
(To be continued)