‘So what yarn did you get this week?’ She had the day off from NASA so we were taking an early repast in the garden. Olives washed down with martinis.
‘Not a thing’ was my reply.
She considered that thoughtfully. Since I took up knitting a few years ago not a week had gone by without one purchase or another. An interrogation ensued.
‘Away for Easter?’ ‘No’
‘No sales on?’ ‘No’
‘Credit card exhausted?’ ‘Look,’ I said. ‘Can’t a girl just not buy yarn for a week?’.
‘Well, yes,’ she replied. ‘But you can’t’. She fixed her eye on me. To be honest I couldn’t hold her stare. ‘There’s something going on here and I will find out what it is’.
How does a dressmaker’s dummy, whether or not she is NASA’s most important employee, see right through a person? It’s plain mystifying.