At cooking class, the instructor showed everyone how to chop an onion without crying. He recommended a sharp knife, a steady board and keeping the root end intact.
Everyone copied him. At the next table, Iris wiped her eyes.
“Is the onion getting to you?” he asked.
“No. I followed every instruction.”
“Then why are you crying?”
Iris held up her phone. Her son had sent a message.
It said, “I made dinner. Please don’t be angry about the kitchen.”
The instructor gave her another onion. “You may want to practice on this before you go home.”