I don't dare think what would have happened if she'd been taken down to headquarters. Yours, Anne
A Daily Chore in Our Little Community: Peeling Potatoes!
One person goes to get some newspapers; another, the knives (keeping the best for himself, of course);
the third, the potatoes; and the fourth, the water.
Mr. Dussel begins. He may not always peel them very well, but he does peel nonstop,
glancing left and right to see if everyone is doing it the way he does.
No, they're not! “Look, Anne, I am taking peeler in my hand like so and going from the top to bottom! Nein, not so... but so!”
“I think my way is easier, Mr. Dussel,” I say tentatively.
“But this is best way, Anne. This you can take from me. Of course, it is no matter, you do the way you want.”
We go on peeling. I glance at Dussel out of the corner of my eye.
Lost in thought, he shakes his head (over me, no doubt), but says no more. I keep on peeling.
Then I look at Father, on the other side of me. To Father, peeling potatoes is not a chore, but precision work.
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