Chapter 3: Phallic Fruit
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Cam is sitting with his legs through the rails of his balcony with an assortment of items on the floor beside him like bananas and what look like scrapbooks. He looks up, friendly and pleased with himself: "Hey Katherine."
"Hi."
"Do you like bananas?"
"What?” I lean on my railing because I’m not entirely sure about sitting on those thin slats of metal. I can imagine my thigh fat just smushing between them.
"Do you like bananas?" He appears to be consulting a packet of papers while also inputting data into his iPad — a very busy picture.
"I guess?"
"Why do you like bananas?" He raises his eyebrows as if it’s a double entendre, but I’m not sure why he would be typing it out if it was just the prelude to a dirty joke.
"I don't know; they're a nice colour?"
"So you like them because of the outside?"
"I guess?"
"Okay." He taps something out on the silver iPad.
"Why?"
"I'm writing an essay about attraction being physical, not emotional."
"That's pretty aromantic, dude.” Dude, very friendly. I don’t remember the last time I called someone dude.
“Romance is fake.”
"Huh."
"Yup." He says as if it’s some kind of gospel and continues tapping on the glowing screen. "What about you? A boyfriend?"
"No way. I don't... interact with people very well."
"Our interactions have gone pretty well."
"Yeah, well you're… strange."
He laughs as though it’s a compliment and looks down at the tablet again.
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