They looked more like tiny acorns than squash and curiosity drove her to pick one up. Sheilagh sniffed it in suspicion. It smelled like nothing more than dirt.
“What is this thing,” she asked. Her friend, Amanda, didn’t even turn from examining every red strawberry in the pint in front of her.
“I don’t know. Do you think these strawberries are acceptable.” Amanda looked like she might try to sample one, right there in front of the vendor. Sheilagh could almost die in horror at the thought. Examining the crowd, she wondered how easy it might be to slip from sight. Amanda was so consumed with the berries she probably wouldn’t notice.
“I wonder if you cook them whole.” She reached out to poke at them again, and their hands met over the summer squash. Sheilagh looked up, right into Evan’s eyes. Fifteen years since she’d seen him and he stood here with his hands in the squash? Even now she could remember their first kiss under the stars on her parents porch. And their last arguement, on the same porch. So much time and distance separated that place from here. “Oh my god. What are you doing here.”
“Buying vegetables. I have to eat too.”