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Aghast, Andrea stared at the items as if they were instruments of torture. “Don’t you remember? I nearly flunked sewing.” Visions of ugly granny squares danced in her head.

Matilda sniffed. “Every self-respecting woman should know how to crochet and sew. Besides, where do you think you’re going to find baby clothes in this wasteland? There are no stores.”

A flush of heat warmed Andrea from her shoulders to the tips of her ears. “Grandma!”

“Don’t be a ninny, girl. I know what you’ve been up to. Now be quiet and listen.”

Someone coughed, and there was m

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