They sat knitting and drinking tea together every evening. Sometimes the television was on, sometimes they sat in silence. The room was dark and cold and mold grew around the windows. Still, they sat. Watching and waiting. The items they knit were not distinguishable and disappeared as they finished a row. Sometimes other people were there, silently watching TV or laugh and talking. They sat in or beside the three women. Never knowing their presence. They never missed an evening. Not for their entire existence, whatever happened away from that spot went unspoken for they never spoke to each other.