She slapped my hand away from her face. “How stupid do you think I am? There’s only a hundred words in this story. Then we’re gone. Forever.”
I looked around the sparsely-described kitchen, desperate for a way out. My gaze landed on the bucket of potato peels Ma had left.
“That’s it!” I kissed Sally.
“What are you doing?”
“Remember when Ma had you peel potatoes? The thin peels would fill up twice as many baskets, right?” I held the sharp peeler up to the words. “Let’s get started.”