Ken yawned as he paced back and forth in front of his apartment building. He had protested that 7:00 a.m. was way too early to even contemplate getting out of bed on a Saturday, but Shiitake had insisted so they’d be in time for all the best fresh-produce bargains.
Shortly, a small electric hybrid car, in what could only be described as spleen tonifying yellow, roared around the corner and came to a halt just inches from Ken’s feet.
Was that a pair of overalls Shiitake was wearing? He thought they were going to buy the vegetables, not pick them. And why did she have her hair in those plaits?
Shiitake leaned over and threw the passenger door open. "Jump in!" she said. "We’ve got to get a move on before all the freshest vegetables are sold." (more…)
