ORANGES

I PEEL ORANGES NETLY.

THE SECTIONS COME APART CLEANLY, PERFECTLY, IN MY HANDS.

WHEN EMILY PEELS AN ORANGE, SHE TEARS HOLES IN IT.

JUICE SQUIRTS IN ALL DIRECTIONS.

“KATE,” SHE SAYS, I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU DO IT!”

EMILY IS MY BEST FRIEND.

I HOPE SHE NEVER LEARNS HOW TO PEEL ORANGES.