Carl could barely concentrate while consolidating his coin collection.
As he carefully considered the consequences of continuing to collect even more coins—the colossal cabinetry in which he cached them was chock full—his mind once again careened off-course to another corner of his consciousness.
Dolly. Deliciously delightful Dolly.
She was a demanding dame, no doubt about it. But Carl craved her caress even more than he coveted uncirculated coins. He took a cursory glace at the caricature he’d cranked out the night before. It lay half-concealed under the corner of a copious pile of coins. He carefully slid the caricature into view and cringed. He had smudged the charcoal used to capture Dolly’s characteristics. But he could still clearly see her curves, her curls, her coquettish countenance.
His roommate André suddenly ambled into the apartment, all awash in the afterglow of the acting audition he’d attended that afternoon.
“I kicked a**!” he announced.
Carl quickly tried to conceal Dolly’s caricature. He didn’t dare let André see the drawing.
You see, André and Dolly were dating.
To be continued…
Patterns for Carl, Dolly and André are available at The Knit Knoodler.