What’s that you have there? A feather? Is that from my canary? Is it? Did you take that from my sweet little Junebug? I told you never to touch her! If you wanted a new pen, I could have bought you one, or you could have! How can you even do anything with it, it’s so tiny? Poor little Junebug, are you alright? George, George, are you listening to me?
At this point George holds up two fingers rubbing them together in front of his wife.
What’s that supposed to mean?
George returned to his painting.