Olive watched admiringly as the spinster deftly cranked the handle of the machine with her right hand, while guiding the fabric carefully along with her left. Less than a minute later, the two ends of the cotton had been tied and the finished item hung loosely on a wooden hanger.
“I'm so happy that you came”, enthused Marilyn, “I rarely get visitors and it can be so lonely with only that big furry devil for company.”
Olive glanced down at Cecil, “He's lovely, I sometimes think that we should get a cat.”
“Oh do”, replied her friend, sitting down in the opposite armchair, “They're wonderful pets.”
Olive noticed that Marilyn was looking slightly more glamorous than on her first visit. She couldn't quite decide whether it was the addition of a touch of rouge or the way that the other woman
