Helen took her pencils and paper. Sat overlooking the lake. She was so immersed in the back and forth movement of her pencils that it was full daylight when she realized it was time to get on the road.

As she made space for the pad of paper, she saw the stitches on the bottom of the totebag. It was a good thing that there was an exacto knife in her pencil box (for sharpening pencils).