Clive laughed once more, shaking his head and adding the notebook to the pile, tugging his CD player out of the pocket he'd had it in, winding the headphones around it and setting it beside the CDs before sprawling into the chair by the sewing machine, continuing what he'd been working on before, which was adding a gathered ruffle, black and silver lace, to a shawl, black velvet, it was slow going at best, because gathers required concentration.