Chapter TwentyI
stopped at Gessner’s on my way home. I met Brooke’s downstairs neighbor Yvette by the banana display in the produce aisle. She gave me a look of exasperation and aired her dismay over the store’s brown-spotted stock of the fruit.
I glanced over the selection. “Bananas suffer great duress in the summer.” I preferred to buy green bananas and allow them to ripen on my kitchen counter for a week, but there wasn’t one greenie among the dozens of bunches on display.
Yvette took a bunch and tested it for firmness. “I meant to ask you the other day if you’ve talked with Brooke’s fiancé. I’ve been thinking of Frank a lot since the funeral.”
“I haven’t.” I gave a couple of bananas a gentle squeeze. Too soft.
“I feel so sorry for him. He’s lost the love of his life, and everyone
