Wrong Side

Rag Doll stared at this girl in shock.
She was offering to fix his arms.
Did she want something?
Was she teasing?
He did need help.
But he didn't want help.
"Yes."
The words came out of his mouth before he thought about it.
She walked in.
There was a lady in his house with a needle, offering to fix his arms and she had seen him across town.
Was she stalking him?
she picked up an arm and held it in place  then put the thread through her needle and went to sew.
"That is the wrong side." Rag Doll said simply.