The pot was too big.
Dorr regarded it with the affronted expression of a cook whose equipment had made a political statement.
“It fitted yesterday.”
“Yesterday it was on your stove,” Tamsin said.
“This burner has delusions of grandeur.”
The school teacher folded her arms.
“It boils water for thirty children. It knows exactly who it is.”
Dorr looked from the burner to the pot, then back to the burner. Finally he set the pot on the floor, well clear of the doorway.
