Chapter 6

Once he’d attended to Martin’s cuts, Colin moved to the side and did his best to stay out of Martin’s way. Martin appreciated the company.

“Wow, it’s great how well you manage, considering…uh, that…”

Martin laughed. “That I’m not able to see what I’m doing?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. “Look, this is how I chop stuff,” Martin said, reaching for a stick of celery.

He held the knife in his right hand, but used his left one over the top of the blade, with fingers spread.”

“The right hand does the cutting as usual, but the left hand does the seeing.”

“That’s really neat.”

Thinking he ought to lead the discussion away from blind culinary techniques, Martin said, “I thought we’d have poached salmon with a few prawns on a bed of salad as a starter.”

“Sounds lovely.”

“Would you like a sauce with it?”

“Whatever you think is best, I don’t want you to go to any more trouble.”