I got me a grapefruit

Big. Local-grown. Friend gave it to me.

I’m circling it. I held and squeezed and thumped it a little. It’s just right.

Last time I had one straight, it was my wife and daughter and I. We sat down together in order to introduce the young one to love/hate citrus. Just the three of us and the grapefruit.

We proceeded like three to see who would out-grimace and out-grotesque the other two under the table. The little one — she learned that day just what a human face is capable of doing.

If I do it, and my face don’t freeze the way my mom always told me, I’ll let you know.

Sugar, maybe; or, straight?