Chapter 23
She watched him for a moment as he swore under his breath.
“What about sticking it on that spike thing she uses for baking them?” she asked, suddenly. “You could hold that under your arm, then.”
He shook his head and then thought about it. “Maybe?” he said. I think it’s on the top of the Rayburn.
She went and got it. “Here. Stick this one on it and see…” She helped him get it settled. It looked a bit like a lance crowned with a potato, jabbing out from where he was holding it steady against his body with his elbow. It didn’t work, it was too high up.
“No,” he said. “Worth a try though, thank you.” He didn’t want to push her away.
“Hmm.” She eyed him thoughtfully. “Sit down at the table. You can keep it steady with your arm against the table then, instead of against your side.”
They maneuvered everything around…him, the chair, the bowl of potatoes, the saucepan of cold water, the spike thing, the newspaper for the peelings, the peeler itself. It worked pretty well.