Discouraged, he pushed his chair away from the counter and sulked away to his room. As I sat staring alone at the fruit and chocolate, I remembered a banana I had once kept. All the other bananas on the stem had turned yellow, shown bruises and black spots and screamed at me to be eaten. But this last banana had stayed green and unblemished for nearly two weeks. Finally, I realized something was wrong; no banana took that long to ripen. But it was already too late. I peeled the perfect skin back to reveal a gooey, putrid mess. I gazed back at the counter and wondered if apples were like bananas.