The sun was high in the sky, and Camille sat by the stove, knitting a sweater.
Maybe because she was upset and distracted, she kept making mistakes with her stitches, and when she tried to fix them, she made even more errors. Soon, the sweater was a tangled mess. Frustrated, she threw it aside and sat in a chair, staring blankly at the fire.
Camille had been on edge recently.
Every time she went out to buy groceries or chat with the neighbors, she always heard things like "Only Shire can save the Dardanelles Strait" or "If Shire is in command, there will be no problem."
The neighbors might have thought this was a compliment and an affirmation of Shire's abilities, but Camille knew that such ideas might push Shire onto the battlefield.
Thus, she always reacted emotionally:
"No, Shire has never been to the seashore. He knows nothing about the navy and certainly can't command a battle at the Dardanelles Strait!"
