Sharing

"Okay, so ... what is everybody here for?" the lady asked, and Eva had been thinking, "Let's just get this over with" since the moment she came in. "Oh, maybe the usual," Eva began (seizing the moment and looking around at everyone with no judgment), "identity theft, gun running, some money stuff (extortion, embezzlement, laundering), one or two drug mule adventures, and a couple of assaults - but no murder. Murder is not my thing." The room was silent, and Eva looked around smugly, waiting for someone else to spill their tea. "Uh ... this is ... this is Sewing Frustrations and Fixes 101," the lady replied, and Eva's eyes grew wide. "Oh," she responded quietly, "OH. My bad. I'm in a crap ton of classes and groups right now just to pass the time." The others continued to stare at her, and Eva noticed that Mable very carefully moved her extra bobbins back into her purse to protect them. "Freakin' community ed," Eva thought to herself, still a little smug.