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Colonel Alzheimer

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Every year in September, Grandma lined up the firm golden persimmons behind her kitchen windowsill to let them ripen into luscious orange perfections. She believed that persimmons ripened under the moonlight, so she made sure the curtains were open whenever the moon hung over the neighbourhood. “There’s nothing worse than an unripe persimmon. They’re bitter as gall, and when you eat them, they cause your lips to pucker into a twenty-four-hour kiss.” We heard Grandma say this every autumn. Although she was a private woman, during the autumn she invited all the eyes in the neighbourhood into her kitchen for the sake of the persimmons. For Grandma, autumn was a special season. It was the season of exposure, the season of liberation, the season of womanhood, and the season of resistance. Grandpa was against leaving the curtains open in the evenings. The idea of other men looking at his pretty wife upset him. So it was natural for him to believe that the persimmons would ripen without any special intervention and to think of autumn as the worst season. In fact, his insecurities had made him hate persimmons so much that he couldn’t even bear their indistinct smell. Was it possible for a person to dislike a fruit out of jealousy? It seemed it was. E. M

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