He almost stabbed himself with the needle because of how forcefully he leaped.
Dad brought brown paper bundles home.”Goodness, Syd,” he remarked.I’m sorry, Dad. I heard noises.
He removed the glasses. “Go to bed.””What are you producing?”There is nothing to be concerned about.
I took another look at the fabric. “That doesn’t look like nothing.”
He removed the glasses.
He raised a finger. “Nope. Out.”Dad, you’re acting strangely.”He gave me a tiny smile and whispered, “Go, baby.”
That became our rhythm for about a month.
I discovered thread on the couch when I got home from school. Trying to mend a hem and stir stew at the same time caused him to burn dinner twice.
I discovered a bandage on his thumb one evening.Dad, you’re acting strangely.”What took place there?
He looked down. “The zipper fought back.”Dad, you’ve been stitching so much that you hurt yourself over formal attire.”
