She picked up a knife and held it near the center of the cucumber. “Okay, you tell me when I hit the approximate length.” “No.” She moved the knife a bit. “Come on. I’m not doing this.” She moved it again and raised an eyebrow. Kip glared at her, and then rolled his eyes and said, “A bit farther.” Maria screamed. “Oh my god! I knew it! You lucky bitch!”
