Their general performance during seminars and the essays they submitted were monumentally different, and their physical appearances were in such vast contradiction of the other, that many were unable to get a clear fix on the root of their friendship. Yet they were friends. Close friends. They were never seen apart. Use these words to make a mental picture:
Grace long droopy tall pretty prepared designed careful
Faye small chubby bespectacled casual alert smart
They were at the checkout paying for their groceries. I was looking for coffee when I spotted them. It was snowing outside, so they were both layered heavily in wools and puffs. Grace looked like a cartoon caterpillar, Faye like a muscular plum. Faye suddenly punched Grace in the stomach as they were paying for their stuff. Grace pushed Faye over and she rolled along the floor of the supermarket. Some shoppers with good reflexes saw her coming, and jumped over her. She rolled into a stack of watermelons which had been stacked too high earlier by the old woman who worked there. The old woman had always stacked them that high, but there’d never been a problem before. The collision made the watermelon tower topple and it rained down on top of Faye. Thankfully, her layers saved her from being badly hurt.
The next day in class, I asked Faye why she punched Grace.
She thinks Kobe Bryant is a better black than Barack, she replied.
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