Belief didn’t immediately make me less angry.

She handed me the banana, peeled just enough to make eating it the easiest thing to do.

“Please eat this before you decide you can’t stand me.”

“I can stand you.”

“Good.

Then stand me with a banana.”

I took a bite.

We remained in the lobby, two grown women eating an ordinary snack in the middle of a conversation neither had intended to have there.