Heavy enough, I thought.
I sniffed its stem, searching for that sweet spot, while my palms rubbed over its rough netted surface. My breath froze when I glanced up across the piles of lemons and avocados to see her handling the tomatoes.
I stared at the cantaloupe. I hoped she hadn’t noticed that I noticed her.
I didn’t know what to say.
She lost her teen-aged daughter in a horrific car crash several weeks earlier – five teens died on their way to school.
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