The Girl Without Hands
What he does best is create a palpable sense of dread without pushing, without tilting into melodrama.
We found a baby picture of mine that Chaz asked our assistant, Carol Iwata, to scan. She took it out of the frame and found this document folded behind it. I must have hidden it there.
Judging by the names Doug Pierre and Mike Russell, this must have been second grade. I have no memory of the Yanks or the Oath, but the little drawings seem vaguely familiar.
I've had my doubts about those movies where kids sign childhood pacts. I must learn to be more believing.
Here is the photo Chaz wanted scanned. She said I could use it when readers of my cookbook asked how I got started on The Pot.