Red Thread

I tell a story of a professor who told a story of a friend who went to parties dressed in all black save for one red thread. She had sewn it into her thin (probably merino) sweater, above her left-hand shoulder blade with one light interior knot, invisible to onlookers. The remainder dangled for an inch or two, clinging in curves with friction to the wool. It was a bright red--it drew attention--what my parents call "see-you-comin' red".

When those with a native disconnect need to network, introductions can be impossible. They couldn't help but come and touch her.