"I think it's time for you to leave."

Trip never told his friend why he had reacted that way. Even in retrospect, it was ridiculous.

But melons were not something he could stand to hear about.

They had hurt him, all those years back. To this day he didn't know how fruit had gotten him - a man! - pregnant.

But he thought they would stay. He thought they would support the child.

Grace had insisted on putting it up for adoption. And their friend wondered why their marriage was in shambles.

"MELONS ARE FUCKING DELICIOUS WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU"

"Out."