“Pink, you missed it,” Adele said, her voice full of excitement. I had gotten past being upset about her insistence on calling me by my last name. “I just created a stitch.” She pointed toward what looked like a row of fuzzy, white yarn bumps in Eduardo’s hand. Eduardo Linnares was our only male member. I doubt most people would pick him out as a crocheter. In his other life he was a cover model, and he definitely looked the part. He was tall with long, shiny black hair, handsome, even features and a muscular body that must have required long hours at the gym. But he fit into the group very nicely thanks to his pleasant disposition and his skill with a hook. His grandmother had taught him well.

“Creating stitches is something we crochet divas do,” Adele said, crowing with pride. “I’m thinking of calling it the marshmallow stitch.”

At the word “marshmallow,” CeeCee Collins looked up. She was the host of the reality show Making Amends and had a legendary sweet tooth; hence her interest at the mention of a sweet. When she realized what Adele was talking about, she seemed momentarily disappointed before taking the piece of yarn from Eduardo and examining it.

CeeCee’s acting career had recently had a resurgence, and she’d gone from occasional cameos to being in the limelight. The best thing about her was that she could be a celebrity and a regular person at the same time. Well, sort of a regular person. She was the only one of us who had to be concerned about being caught by the paparazzi with soup dripping down her chin.

“I can’t say it looks good enough to eat, but you’re right-the way it puffs up with the halo of white, bulky yarn does make it look like a marshmallow, dear. What are you going to do with it?”

“I used that baby yarn we made the cuddle blankets with,” Adele said, referring to a group project in which we made soft blankets for traumatized children. She took the strip and held it on her wrist. “I could make a bracelet.” Then she held it across her chest. “Or keep going and make a vest.” Adele was amply built and had an eye for the outrageous when it came to clothes. Knowing her, she’d probably go for the vest.