Sometimes I meddle when I am not sure it is okay to meddle. When in doubt, meddle. It is better than feigning disinterest, right? If I ask then I care and if it makes you uncomfortable you can easily evade and I will try to pick up on signs of discomfort and do everything I can to shut me up. I don't know why I was smiling. I could see him living there more than I could see him living here even though I have never actually been there and this is the only place I've ever seen him live. Funny, those things. They were out of oatmeal and when I ate my fruit I knew immediately when I had the papaya bite because I nearly spit it out. I said it smelled like vomit and he said I was crazy and thinks I must have delicious vomit. I said ask Rebecca what papaya smells like.
She'll know.
She'll know.
4 comments:
Papayas smell and taste gross. Odd to hear that coming from a fruit lover! That and Ugli fruit are definitely way down on my list.
ditto with the papaya!!! but don't you remember the one in illinois? i think it is THAT memory that makes the adversion to the papaya.
I do not remember papaya in Illinois. Only scrumptious mango!
not the mango -- the papaya. don't you remember all the whote fuzzy growth all over his tongue while he was eating it? the mango was the next day. yes, very yummy.
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