November 16, 2018
I ate the grapes. I ate all of the grapes. I ate the whole bowl. They were so good, fat and juicy and cool as they burst open in my mouth. The stems just detached from them effortlessly. They didn’t have mysterious little dents and wrinkles on their surfaces. And they were so big. They could have been plums. I mean she put them out for me to eat, so why shouldn’t I have eaten them? I wonder if I should confess to her that I ate them, but she is going to know soon enough without my saying anything.