“Oh. My. God!” Justin said, all but skidding to a halt. “What is that?”
“Um…” Thom took a second to let his gaze track around the stalls. Sweet cherries were the fruit in season now, the shiny black-red fruit making a mockery of the last few fading, pitiful strawberries. To the left of them sat baskets heaped high alongside lattice crust pies. To the right stood a table with bundles of asparagus, kale, and tiny blood-red radishes. They all looked to be good examples of bright, happy, summer produce, however, none of them really inspired an OMG reaction in Thom’s mind. “I’m not sure? What’s what?”
“That!” Justin said, enthusiastically pointing forward. His smile all but split his face. “We have to.”
“We have to wh—oh.”
Thom considered himself to be open-minded for the most part. People
