“Do you see what he’s doing?” Jenny asked Burt. She pointed at me standing by the window.
That’s where the fruit were — by the window. And I was standing there taking advantage of a few idle moments to take the stickers off the bananas (because I’m all about using idle moments efficiently).
“Do you see him?” she asked again. He looked over at me silently. “He does it, too!”
Evidently my cousin prefers his bananas without stickers, also. I suspect we have our own reasons. But whatever they are, these particular stickers on these particular bananas were particularly obnoxious. There was a sticker on every single one, and none of them came off easily.
So I was a sitting duck standing at the window, because I wasn’t making much progress, and my explanations about not wanting the stickers in my compost pile back home didn’t seem to get much traction with Jenny.
“He does it, too,” she said again, almost muttering.
Burt just smiled.