Charles sat on Mary's bed his legs outstretched, his fingers combing through Fluffy's soft fur. He watched as her fingers moved swiftly, the glint or a sewing needle flashing in the light as she stabbed into a long length of velvet. She was working on a throw for Elizabeth's new chair. The had a small sewing room with a machine that Mary didn't like to use, she liked the stitches it created but the machine itself she didn't care for. The sewing room was filled with bolts of fabric and older clothing that Mary might want to use for her projects.
She prodded him with her foot to get his attention, he had stopped reading to her from the book. "What shall we do to entertain my dear?" He asked the dog.
Mary c****d her head smiling at him as she looked up from her needlepoint. She knew
