Someone wants something from Thelma

“Aunt Thelma why can’t I borrow your sewing machine?” asked Lucy, her niece that is visiting her from Cape Cod.
She is trying to find a way to cure her boredom. She has only been here for two days, and already she can’t find anything to do in the woods surrounding Lake Serenity. She was wandering around the little, two bedroom log cabin when she came across the sewing machine Thelma Dudley uses to sew dolls clothes that she sells at the Lake Serenity flea market every weekend. This is where most of Thelma’s livelihood comes from so there is some resistance to letting Lucy use the machine for God knows what.
They are pacing in the living room while Thelma cleans up the house and Lucy follows her continually asking to use the precious sewing machine.
“I said no. I mean no. It doesn’t matter why I said no, I just don’t want you using it.” Thelma said.
“But there is NOTHING to do here. I am going to be bored to death in about two more hours if I don’t find something to do. Teach me how to use it, please.” Lucy said.
The phone rings and Thelma answers it. On the other end of the line is her son, Chris’s school. He is going to have to move out immediately and would be expelled from the school. They wouldn’t explain to her why, so she would have to get that information from her son, but the whole time she was on the phone there was this nagging in the background.
“Please, please, please. Let me use it, or something, ANYTHING.” said Lucy.
“Not right now.” said Thelma getting increasingly angry. “I have other things I have to do that are a little more important than finding you something to do. You are a creative girl you can figure something out.”
“But I want to sew. You don’t get what it’s like to be stuck here all day with nothing to do.” said Lucy, almost on the verge of tears. “I wish I could go back home already.”
“Well you can’t, so for now just sit there and read a book or something. I have to make a phone call.” said Thelma.
Thelma walks through the dining room to get to the kitchen to call her son Chris. She is staring out the window looking at the trees covered in a glistening sheet of ice from the storm the night before. She can’t get a hold of Chris so she tries to call her other sons, Mark and Dan to see if they know why their brother will be coming home from school three years prior to graduating.
Lucy yells from the other room, “What are you doing in there that is so important? Just come teach me like two things and I will stop bothering you. It’s that simple.”
Thelma yells back, “Just hold on! My life is not dedicated to making sure that you are entertained. If you could just wait a few more minutes and stop bothering me I might just let you use it, but for now just SHUT UP!”
Angry at this, Lucy starts wandering around the house again. She goes into the boys’ room to see if there is anything interesting in there, but all she finds are the remnants of three lives that no longer exist in this house, like a few books, old Corvette models from when they were younger, and the typical half naked woman posters. Then she got the brilliant idea to go back to the sewing machine that is in the far corner of the living room. It is set in this nook that gives Thelma a space of her own to work in. George had built little shelves around it to hold all of her supplies and clothes that she already made.
So Lucy sits down and begins to tinker with the sewing machine. She thinks she got a hold of it, and tries to make something out of one of the many patterns that Thelma had. She gets about halfway through when Thelma walks back in.
“What do you think you are doing?” Thelma said.
“I am teaching myself to sew, since you wouldn’t teach me.” Lucy said back.
“Step away from the machine and pack your bags.” Thelma said.
“You are kicking me out because of this? How will my mother feel about this?” Lucy said.
“It’s not because of this, but you are lucky I don’t do something about this. You could have hurt yourself.” Thelma said.
It seemed unlikely to Lucy that she could hurt herself, but it is true. The machine is old and the stand isn’t very sturdy. Unless you know how to handle the moves that is makes, you could have the machine fall on you.
The phone rings again and Thelma runs to answer it. It’s Chris. Lucy doesn’t follow directions and continues to sew.
“You can hurt yourself.” Lucy said to herself, mocking her aunt. “Blah blah blah. Everything is more important than me.”
At that moment the machine begins to move and Lucy starts to panic. She moves away from it and sits on the couch. As Thelma is walking back unto the room, the sewing machine falls to the ground and shatters into as many pieces as it possibly could.