“So, what’s in the bags? Show me, show me!” Blanche asked, her curiosity now burning brighter than the afternoon sun.
Ethan Gray sat on the dusty floor of the corridor, his back against the peeling wallpaper of the opposite wall. Between them stood the two heavy plastic bags, brimming with the spoils of his frantic shopping trip. He reached into the first bag and pulled out a cluster of bright yellow bananas and a heavy bag of grapes.
“These have to be washed before you can eat them,” he instructed, trying to sound like a responsible adult.
He slid a single banana through the diamond-shaped gap in the Accordion security screen. Blanche reached out with her small, sun-browned hand and snatched it, holding it up to the dim light of the hallway as if it were a rare artifact. She turned it
