Elias gripped his tweezers tighter. Focus, he told himself. He lowered the hairspring into place. Wheeze-puff. Wheeze-puff.
"No," Elias whispered, standing up. "It is the slow, methodical erosion of another person's sanity. It is a whistle that doesn't know its own tune. It is gum that sounds like a wet boot in a swamp. It is the destruction of a three-thousand-dollar hairspring." Elias gripped his tweezers tighter
Toby stopped mid-whistle, his cleaning rag frozen. "Uh, like when my sister hides my phone?" Elias gripped his tweezers tighter. Focus
"Toby," Elias said, turning slowly in his swivel chair. "Do you know what 'annoy' means?" " Elias whispered