I am hypnotised by my husband systematically dismantling a watermelon at the kitchen table, decisively slicing half moon after half moon, knocking the shiny black teeth out of the fat smiles with the tip of the knife.
It takes me back to the same table years ago, when we hardly knew each other, and I watched for the first time, realising that there is more than one way to eat a watermelon.
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