Nadine’s Theory

Who are the silent people dressed in grey? They glide along the corridors of life trimming and pruning: the elite, the powerful, the famous. Slowly but surely calling the tune; music that can only ever be played their way.

The round fat lady sits in her rocking chair knitting the future. Knit one, purl one. The rows are perfect. The ball of wall unwinds slowly. The chair rocks back and forth gently. It is how it should be.
The old lady sighs.
SUDDENLY a stitch is dropped. The old lady frowns. “Tut tut,” she murmurs. Expertly she picks it up, one cannot trace the hole, one would never tell the stitch had ever been dropped.
But what if the stitch left a mark? It would not be perfect. Following the pattern the old lady changes to red wool. Purposely she knits 2 together, following instructions.

Slip one, pass the slip stitch over. This hole is planned. The old lady is contented. The people in grey are silent shadows.

After following the pattern she looks at the code which she has now knitted into the future. No need to translate or finish the pattern.
Instructions have been given. Dropping the needles into her knitting bag she stands up straight.

This is NO old lady, for the beautiful woman beneath the disguise is a trained killer.

For a short while the old lady walks about, busy preparing for the trip which begins today. Packing a smart suitcase she begins to undress.
Under the old woman’s disguise she steps out. Today she would be different. Each time she would dress in a different way. Today she chose a black suit, briefcase, glasses and a smart suitcase. Now she was ready.

Slipping the white wig over her short hair she reaches for the old lady’s raincoat, flat shoes and knitting bag; then opening the door she gets into the old-fashioned car which was going to drive her to her destination. As she drives you will notice: this is no OLD car!