Tommy checked them off on her list. Today was quiches and pies, so I started on my pastry while Daniel drifted around the kitchen, first lending a hand with the salad people. I noted that he had his own knife, a Global by the look of it. Good knives. You can’t work in a kitchen unless you have a good knife. Apart from anything else, a blunt knife is much more likely to cut you. Strange but true.Today the atmosphere was calm. Daniel had that effect on nervous people. Unlike the prophet Zephaniah, who must have been uncomfortable company. Why saddle an innocent child with such a name? Must have been religious reasons. After my recent brush with an extreme form of fundamental Christianity I found any suggestion of this unsettling. Better I should think about Georgie Porgie and get on with my puddings and pies.And not consider Bernie and Ethan and the next line, about kissing the girls and making them cry. Why should kissing the girls make them cry? Kicking them would make them cry, but kissing them?My hands, unregarded, had been mixing and kneading.
