After she had paid her respects, Emilie looked around for something to drink. Her throat was parched and she felt panic beginning as she thought of the funeral of her Aunt on the morrow. Suddenly, she saw a handsome young an playing with his cuff.
"If you keep worrying it, " she said softly "it will only become longer and then it will all be undone. Best to burn it off, or knot it till scissors can be found."