I knocked quietly on the door to Vasundhara’s room, hoping I wasn’t catching her at a bad time. She seemed to be doing better, but MONO-9000 had really frightened her yesterday…
She cracked the door open a little more, and I stepped inside. The shelves in her room were absolutely stuffed with yarn, in a rainbow of colors and all different textures… Vasundhara herself sat crosslegged on her bed, knitting away at a thick blue scarf.
She held the scarf up for me to look at. Even through the fluff of the yarn, I could see the perfection of the stitches– I would’ve sworn it was machine-made if I hadn’t seen her working on it just now.
She smiled shyly, knitting at lightning speed as she spoke, as if her hands had a mind of their own.
A scarf from the Ultimate Knitter? Shouldn’t I be paying hundreds or thousands of dollars for this?!