I have been working for 2 months......every night.........on my Millefiore Rosette #1. It is not hard, really, just sewing by hand for night after night. tiny needles, sticking my fingers, fumbling with the stupid thimble. I hate thimbles.
I got the round finished last night. I need one more round for it to be complete. I keep telling myself, this is the largest one. They get smaller after this. Keep going, this one is the most work. It will all be gorgeous when it is finished.
Yes. That is what I say while I am working on it every night. Every night. You hear, Every night.
I go wash my hair. Frank is home. He comes to me when I am drying my hair and says he is leaving. We briefly discuss where McGee is. He is looking out the window.
Not three minutes pass.
And I walk out to this.
I am going to kill him.
I am not speaking to him. And he knows it.
He keeps sitting in the middle of the room and looking at me. I am not even going to show you his face.
is Silence. He is banished to the window in Frank's office. If I put
my eyes on him I am afraid I might kill him with Death Ray Lasers.