I had just turned the second corner when I had to stop for dinner. Not only had I sewn up to and around the first corner but I had gone across the top and sewn down the bottom edge of the top sleeve.
“I am Invisible Man the first!”
I was concerned about this since there was less than an hour of the Invisible Man left to tell. But, as often happens when the subject goes off his rocker, once madness sets in the end is not too far off.
