Sara: The Hand
Sara walked down stairs into the kitchen. There, the smell of roast beef that mom must have been cooking for later on that day, perhaps for dinner, filled the air. It was certain that there would be at least one Charleston Chew in the freezer, a hard candy when frozen that could be eat. There was also bread in the pantry.
Sara's eyes wandered over to the kitchen knives. There was a big cleaver, and several large steak knifes. There were also a few paring knives for cutting fruit, the kind Mom used to slice up tomatoes and other fresh vegetables.