We drifted into a conversation and when my friend left I realized I had not seen Pomi all morning. My poor little crochet doll, he probably thought I had forgotten all about him. I looked around but I did not see the little chap.
He did not show up for lunch. I started looking everywhere for my little cotton creation but I could not find him. He was not in the house. He was not in the garden either and it was getting dark outside. The cats pretended to know nothing.
While I was contemplating what to do I noticed a light coming from my workroom. Had I left something on again? I opened the door. The light came from behind one of my wicker chairs.
As I came closer I saw my little crocheted darling lying on the floor, placed before him was an open book and my new book light was attached to it.
” Now there you are. I looked everywhere for you. I see you like the book light.”
” Is that what you came here for? To disturb me? Or to search for your reading light?” Pomi looked up from the book.
” No, actually I was looking for you. You missed lunch.”
” I was not hungry.”
” I want to make you dinner.”
” How thoughtful of you.”
” You must be starving. Let’s go downstairs.”
” No, we’re busy.”
” We? ”
” Yes my friend and I. We’re reading your poetry. So if you’ll excuse us, we would like to continue.”
” But what about dinner? Don’t you want to have dinner with me?”
” Oh, now that your friend is gone you remember Pomi? The little crochet guy. Well, I’m afraid he’s busy. Enjoy dinner. On your own.”
” But …” I started to object yet Pomi had turned his attention towards the book again.