The lights come up on Desi sitting somewhere in public, like the coffeeshop or a waiting room, knitting on this charming little project. A friend, stranger, or family member approaches.
Friend: Oh, that's cute. I like the brick pattern you've got going on there.
Me: Thanks! I'm not really used to color work, so this has been fun.
Friend: (blathers on about their own life for a while, then) So what is it going to be?
Me: A dishcloth.
(pause)
Friend: Oh.
Me: You know, like something from the Thirties?
Friend: (after a moment, smiles and nods with insincere appreciation) Ah. (Excuses self and makes rapid exit.)
Desi continues to knit.
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