I rolled it over in my hands.
"How?
How can this be real?"
I'd settled myself at the kitchen table with a knife, a cutting board, a glass of water...
and a mystery peach.
I'd traced my day backwards and forwards,
searching for a logical explanation.
Anything.
Even if I had to stretch it to fit.
To make this...
make sense.
Placing it on the cutting board,
paring kni…
