After a while everyone grows bored and leaves Janetta alone to her sewing. As she sews and resews, she fumes. She knows that Andrea is deliberately tormenting her, but she has no choice but to give in because Andrea now has power over her. After several hours, she gives up. Though her skill has improved, she can’t make the dress look new again.
She looks up from her sewing and sees Andrea coming down the hall, stretching lazily as if she’s just woken from a nap. Janetta stabs the needle forcefully through the thin fabric, accidentally pricking her finger. A few drops of crimson blood ooze from her fingertip.
“Andrea, what the hell do you want?” Janetta snaps.
Andrea leans on the handrail and looks down at her sister’s bleeding finger.
“The ring,” she answers.
Realization dawns on Jane
