What a Piece of Work I Am, Chapter 66: IN APRIL, the following spring, another of Ariane’s letters arrived, this time from Florence: Dear Peter, Once, when I was in the kitchen with my mother, making chowder, I chopped up more carrots than she usually used. When my mother saw what I’d done, she said something like, “You’re not going to put all those carrots in, are you?”
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What a Piece of Work I Am, Chapter 66: IN APRIL, the following spring, another of Ariane’s letters arrived, this time from Florence: Dear Peter, Once, when I was in the kitchen with my mother, making chowder, I chopped up more carrots than she usually used. When my mother saw what I’d done, she said something like, “You’re not going to put all those carrots in, are you?”