A teenage boy with a Mohawk sat across from me, sneering. I’d seen that look before. Why was it a problem to knit in public?
“My grandma knits.â€
I ignored him.
“So what are you making, Grandma?†Mohawk’s voice was ugly.
I arched my eyebrow. “A cashmere cock ring. Your grandma ever knit one of those?â€
The kid’s eyes grew wide, and he suddenly became very interested in a four-year-old issue of Teen Vogue.
— Leslie Langtry
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