How Green Becomes Wood

"Well, I'm sorry, but they were," Sally said stiffly. "Your husband is dangerously handsome, I mean it. I have no intention of ever stepping a toe over the line, but good gracious!" She sighed and shook her head. "Truthfully, anything less than what he has would be under your league, but good gracious."
 
Daizi grinned, sitting back on the couch, "I can't deny it, I have the finest man alive. And it's been a long time since I've shared." She laughed again, "But show some decorum, I was beginning to think I'd have to flirt with Jack just out of principle."
 
Sally gave a startled laugh. "I honestly do not know how he would react if you did. I should hope he'd be flattered, but not reciprocate. Gracefully, of course. I do apologize for my reactions. I have no excuse beyond, what was it Peter called? Yes, 'Lizard brain.'"
 
"The only thing I miss about not being married to the single most attractive man alive is not getting to flirt at will with just about anyone I come across," Daizi sighed, "I got into so much trouble. It was so much fun." Leaning forward to pick up her tea cup she said, "You're lucky I'm not the jealous type, you know."
 
"Ture. Very true. If you were, you would be hip-deep in bodies, I'd imagine," Sally said dryly as she picked up her own cup. "Not to mention the fact that anyone with the willingness to see and hear would be able to tell just how pointless it would be to pursue either of you. Not with how you are with each other."
 
"Good." Sally took a sip. "Now. On to less embarrassing topics. Less embarrassing for me, I should say. Have you done anything with that loom your son gave you for Christmas? Or played your harp?"
 
"I've definitely played my harp since Christmas," Daizi said, tipping her head back, "I try with the loom, but it doesn't... I don't know. Sometimes I feel like I'm almost getting somewhere, but often it frustrates me enough into stopping. I really want to enjoy it, but it's difficult a lot of the time."
 
"I understand that. And I imagine it is difficult to devote enough time to it in order for it to become easier, which would then make it more enjoyable," Sally mused. "Ah, well, at least it was something you were able to experience!"
 
"It's just hard for me to keep track of the different yarns," She said, "It's one of those things where I know if I just sit down and start focusing on it, I could learn, but the learning process can be so frustrating that I'd rather spend time doing things I already enjoy, because I don't have that much free time."
 
"It doesn't take up a lot of space, so I'll probably save it," Daizi answered, taking a sip of tea, "I've only been a mother... at least to... for a few years. I'm not ready to just get rid of the gifts my children have given me, although I'm sure at some point I'll have things from them that are so old and worn out I'll have no choice."
 
"Soon, you'll have so many more things from your little toddler," Sally said softly. "I still have things from when Peter was that age. It is hard to get rid of things. You will have to... eventually. Whenever you decide that eventually is."
 
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