The Postman Always Purls Twice Read Free Page A

eye of the beholder. No argument, my friend.”
    â€œLook, his hobbies are listed. Maybe he’s not just a pretty face,” Lucy offered. “Let’s see if you two have anything in common, Suzanne.” Lucy clicked the link and read aloud: “ ‘Heath devotes his spare time to many passions—rescuing wild horses, helicopter skiing, fund-raising for humanitarian efforts around the globe, and vegetarian cooking.’ Oh, and he knits! Look, here’s a picture.”
    Lucy laughed as she turned the computer around again. “Do you think any of that’s true?”
    â€œOf course it’s true,” Suzanne insisted. “A lot of men knit. Especially actors. They have a lot of time on their hands, waiting around on the movie sets.”
    Maggie shook her head. “Suzanne, you’re such a loyal fan.”
    Dana was trying not to smile, but couldn’t help grinning a little. “I suppose it could be true. The story includes a knitting shop. Maybe he was chosen for his role because he already knows how?”
    Suzanne didn’t look happy about that comment, either. “How about he got the role because he’s the hottest actor in the world? They can always find some extra person to knit and then just splice in the hands or something.”
    â€œSo . . . now you don’t think he knits? I’m confused,” Maggie teased. “Do you think he’s really a vegetarian, or does helicopter skiing?”
    Suzanne lifted her chin, a bit self-conscious now that she’d defended her idol so fiercely. “You know what I mean.”
    Maggie laughed. “I’m sorry . . . I couldn’t help teasing you. But it is hard to sort out all the hype from reality. If there is any. I guess we’ll find out what all these celebrities are really like on Saturday. And draw our own conclusions.”
    â€œYes, we will,” Suzanne agreed. “We’ll find out a lot of things.”
    â€œI bet the entire town is here, looking for autographs,” Lucy predicted. “Or just plain looking.”
    â€œAnd the local news outlets. The newspaper and TV stations,” Dana added. “This is a big story for Plum Harbor.”
    â€œIt’s so exciting. I can’t even knit, thinking about it.” Suzanne practically shivered.
    Maggie laughed, though she could hardly think of a life event that had been so distracting she couldn’t knit. If anything, knitting calmed her mind in stressful times. Or provided a way to express her joy and celebrate a happy moment.
    She picked up her needles and turned to them now for the first reason. “I’m excited, too. But for different reasons.”
    It was hard to imagine half the town stampeding her territory . . . along with an entire movie crew. But she had signed on the dotted line and had no choice now but to go through with it.

    When Saturday morning rolled around, Maggie trudged out to her car in the frosty air, carrying a travel mug full of coffee, her purse, and her knitting bag—equipped the same as she would be heading to her shop for a full day of teaching classes and helping customers.
    Except that this morning it was barely 6 a.m., a few hours earlier than she normally left. If all had gone according to schedule, her shop would already be filled with actors and movie equipment, and who knew what else. And very soon, she would be standing on the sidewalk, trying to catch a glimpse of someone famous. Or just trying to see what was going on within.
    That will get old pretty quickly, she reflected, starting up her little SUV. But she did want to be part of the hubbub for a little while. She was no autograph hound, but was as curious as the next person.
    She wondered if they would let her into the shop because she owned the place. Funny how she had forgotten to ask that important question. Though her other questions had been answered in the agreement