While on the street

So I heard today that a dear friend of mine went to the hospital a few days ago. I became worried for her right away, and tried to do what I could to make sure she got better. So I went to the store to pick a few things up for her, and while I was there I picked up my raspberries for Ikat.

I started going through my head how I would be the last one to know about her being in the hospital. I mean our friends in Italy heard about her being in the hospital way before me. It was something I thought about. 

My connection is something that could be trashed is being cherished for the better of a project. Maybe my friends in Italy are the mold?