"You know your mother has a short temper, right?" the man says in a mild voice to what I'm guessing is his son. The air in the produce aisle is chill, and cools my lightly sunburned arms as I eavesdrop by the apples while they sort through the limes.
"Well," he continues, handing off another lime, "sometimes you just have to remember that she's got a short temper and, when you know something is going to set her off, just get out of the way."
"But it isn't fair," his son whines.
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