It was early evening at Aunt Mary's farm, and in the cozily lit living room, Lefty sat in his favorite easy chair opposite Aunt Mary who was sitting in her favorite chair. The house was fragrant with the smells of cooking, and now sitting by the lamplight, she is busily sorting through her colored bits of cloth. She looks up and smiles at Lefty as he says that he believes he has never once seen her sit idly.