Chapter 14I spent a few hours after dinner reading over all those handouts from my writing class. Then I came down and practiced Moonlight Sonata while my aunt sat in her usual chair sewing with a thread and needle. I was amazed she never pricked a finger, and didn't use a thimble. If I even looked at a needle and thread, I'd puncture myself and bleed all over the place. While I played, she suffered through my mistakes, and still said I was doing better. I somehow doubted that.
After a half hour of that my back was suffering and I stretched and then stood. It was going on ten by then.
“I think I'll go to bed, Aunt Jessica,” I half-yawned.
“Good idea,” she said, glasses perched on her nose allowing her to see the close-up work.
I stopped and eyed what she was doing. She was sewing a but
