Last, he laid a bunch of yellow bananas on the cutting board.

I sat down on one of the wooden kitchen chairs and pressed my palms flat on my knees.

The kitchen was completely silent except for the hum of the refrigerator.

“You didn’t call,” I said.

“You didn’t call before you came.

You just showed up.”

“I wanted to come see my girls,” he said.

He turned his back to me and went over to the stainless steel sink.