as carefully as i could , with a potholder in one hand , i peeled the skins off and threw the potatoes in the milk and butter bowl . since she was n't tall enough to throw her arm over his shoulders , she settled for wrapping both arms around one of his , forcing him either to slow down or drag her . grabbing my glass , i wasted the wonderful wine by gulping it down for courage , thinking it was time to tell him what he would n't want to hear . 