“How could this have happened?” Fumiko was distraught. “Look at it. Just look at it.”

We looked at it. “Maybe it can be, I don’t know, sewn?” we suggested.

“If it were at the seam,” Fumiko agreed. “But it’s not. It’s like someone took a knife, or a scissors, or...”

We thought about suggesting using a knife, or scissors, to trim it further, turning it into...

“It’s hopeless!” Fumiko sighed, and she plopped down on the couch. “Best to just throw them out.” She pushed them down and attempted to wrench them off, but they were trapped beneath her.