Delfi’s aim was off. The potato peeling had missed the inside of the bucket and was now stuck to its exterior. She shook the water from her hands and began to dry them on her apron, pausing to take in the effect of its pale shape against the black plastic. She c****d her head and had to stifle a laugh when she realised that the peel had formed an unflattering cameo of her mother-in-law, Evangelina. She turned back to the sink, scrubbing the potatoes with renewed vigour, her shoulders trembling under the weight of her suppressed laughter. From behind her, she heard determined steps on the slate floor and the click of Evangelina’s tongue against the roof of her mouth. Delfi set her shoulders in soft defiance and scoured the potatoes with brutal force. From the corner of her eye, she saw her
