Mabelle is a natural

Mabelle looked up from her crocheting.

For her first time, she was quite proud of the large square of crocheted fabric in front of her. Looking over to Carol, she found her mentor hard at work on a scarf. Looking absolutely gorgeous, a twinge of jealousy echoed across Mabelle's mind. Not that the elderly coordinator would ever say it outright, but it hung tightly for a couple moments.

"Nice work." Carol cooed and watched Mabelle's face go red. Trying her best to find the words here, she was struggling. "You can keep the needles and the yarn."

Mabelle nodded.

"Thank you." Mabelle answered, her thoughts turning elsewhere to something else that was bothering her here. While she was getting more comfortable with her new identity, that was nearly been entirely in this home. Perhaps Carol knew of some kind of activity that she could do to get her out of the house.

At the same time, that was something that might be best for her to figure out on her own.

"Why does my mind have to be like this?" Mabelle thought and let out a deep breath.