To the creator

 

Dear Susanne,

I’m ever so pleased you’ve entrusted me with the hair of your dog to knit a hat spun with llama wool. Pleased, too, to make it with Elvis’ fleece for you. Black llama mixed with the creamy hair of your wee canine will be absolutely stunning. You do have an eye, my dear.

You know, you’ve just given me an idea for the Twist of Fate. I could post pictures of all our llamas and invite customers to choose their llama wool. That adds an even more personal touch, eh? Although, what if everyone chooses the same llama? Well, I suppose I could lie. Never mind. Not a good idea after all.

I’m glad you got in touch with me because it’s time to set the record straight. Frankly, you’ve got Harry and my story all wrong.

Ellipsis

She’ll bust out laughing If I give her this lacy white bra – throw it in my face. It will land on my nose all agog, the fretwork revealing my old man lust.

She’ll think I’m a boob for lassoing her with a metal stay disguised as the propriety she denies as easily as she lies about her age.

She’ll know if I give her this lacy white bra, she’ll know I want to unclasp . . . .  If I give her this lacy white bra my palms will snag on the tatting, sticking, unable to pull away without tearing.

She’ll titter and take off her plain white panties with the slippery bow  –  a loopy x on a map I can’t read.

If I give her this lacy white bra she’ll take my face and guide me to an ellipsis.

Long love