Do You Want a Banana?

Do You Want a Banana?

Inspired by CCH, rarzor and Tally Hall

I could only stare, completely nonplussed, at the crates littered across the yard. "What the hell?"

For her part, Autumn seemed to be examining her feet with great interest. "They're crates of bananas," she mumbled.

"I'm not fucking blind, I can see what they are," I retorted. "What I don't understand is why are they are in our yard?"

"Well, remember I was thinking about expanding the line of treats I sell at my lemonade stand?"

"Yeah, you were talking about banana cream pies," I said. "As I remember, your line of reasoning was something along the lines of 'bananas are cheap'. Just how many banana cream pies do you think you can sell anyway?"

"It would take me all summer just to use all these bananas," Autumn admitted.

"Is that so?" I snarled. "Too bad for you we don't have that fucking long. It's the height of summer, those bananas will be completely rotten in a few days at best. What the hell were you thinking!"

Autumn cringed and when she looked up at me her eyes were wet with unshed tears. "I'm sorry. It was an accident. I meant to only order a single crate but I must have added a zero."

"Aw hell," I muttered, feeling like an asshole for yelling at my sister for making a simple mistake. "Look, we'll figure something out. Maybe I can sell some to my customers as well. I'll be busy as hell what with mowing lawns and my new job as traveling banana salesgirl."

"Dad is picking up a couple of lay-down freezers to store bananas in but I don't think it will be enough," she told me.

"How about your friend Xiaoling?" I said. "Business at her restaurant is picking up, she could probably take a crate off our hands."

"Hey, she's your girlfriend's sister," Autumn pointed out. "Why don't you call her and ask?"

"Yeah, but you're the one who hangs out at her restaurant all the time," I shot back. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you two were playing hide-the-salami together." I smirked while inserting the forefinger of my left hand into the ring made by my thumb and forefinger of my right hand.

"That's a lie!" Autumn shouted, scowling at me. "I just hang out there sometimes because I like her cooking. We don't do anything like you're suggesting, you pervert. Heck, we don't even hold hands."

I gave her the sweetest, most insincere smile I could manage. "Well, now, I just gave you a reason to call her. Maybe if you're smooth enough you can figure how to do the hands-holding-thing with her."

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