Day 4

Fin's mother was tall and nice and had lovely black hair. She didn't often get angry or sad. She would let Fin push a chair to the counter while she prepared dinner so he could watch. "Like this," she said, pressing a soft, white ball of potato, "so that it becomes flat." Fin pressed his own potato ball too hard and most of it fell off the counter. "Try again," said his mother, and the next one was perfect.