Coconuts

I was driving back one morning when the streets weren't yet crowded. I stopped at a street vendor and bought eight green coconuts. He expertly sliced the husk and enough of the shell so that I could take them back home and poke a plastic straw through the thin and tender layer of newly formed coconut to drink the coconut milk. An eighth of an inch too little I would need to drill trough the shell. And eighth too much and the water would spill out the hole. While holding the coconut at arms length in one hand and hacking expertly with a curved steel machete with the other. All eight cost me about a dollar and fifty cents.

Evan and I loved them. Jo didn't. Vivian was neutral.