|The Murder Weapon?|
Sound track: melodramatic music (Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody.)
Camera zooms in on bedroom door as the lyrics proclaim "No escape from reality."
Cut to woman lying on the floor next to a pile of knitting and crocheting. Beside her, a needle, thread, crochet hook, scissors.
Could she be the latest victim of:
Woman stirs, mutters: Why don't I ever remember how much time it takes? Why can't I learn to love seamless construction? (Sob!)
Amateur Auteur mutters: Why didn't I remember that the camera records audio, too?