“I just don’t know what to do,” Dolly declared, dawdling over her doughnut at the diner.
“Follow your heart,” said Fran, stuffing a fistful of fries in her face.
She was famished. She’d just flown in from Florida where she’d been fighting fires.
“Easy for you to say. You already have a great guy and your dream job!”
Fran frowned. She had fulfilled her fantasy of being the first female firefighter in their small town. And her fiancé was fantastic.
Rodney was not only ripped, but also held a responsible job as a radiologist and made a righteous ravioli. But sometimes Fran missed her freedom.
“Are you listening?” demanded Dolly.
“Yes, of course I’m listening.” Fran was fast becoming fatigued.
But Dolly’s energy didn’t diminish. She droned on. Her dog training business was doing well, but she dreamed of doing something different. She debated whether she should dump Andre and move to Delaware. André was an airhead, but what do you expect from an actor, and his roommate Carl was kind of creepy…
Fran began to fantasize. She’d always been attracted to André.
Patterns for Dolly, Fran and Rodney available at The Knit Knoodler.