I had an accident, Tom. What should I do? I asked helplessly as I watched the blood gush from the stump of her left arm. Well, Daisy said, now I am uneven. So you’ll have to cut off the other hand so I’ll be symmetrical again. Even in my dreamlike state I recognized this wasn’t a good idea. But I obligingly took the carving knife out of the knife block while Daisy lay her right hand down on the kitchen counter. I held the knife over my head and brought it down hard on her right forearm. It sliced cleanly through the bone, severing her right hand.
