Susan was trying to decide if she wanted to knit a new cardigan for Cass in the deep ivory coloured wool, or the green. Either one would look spectacular, and she eventually gave up and started on the ivory.
She heard the incessant banging on the door, even as she tried to extricate Mischa from a ball of wool. Cass didn't look so good.
"What's wrong?" she said, not liking the look on his face as she invited him in.