Peach Fuzz

When I worked at that farm market that one summer, Paul was always running around the store with the leaf blower. We had a big display of Georgia peaches on a square table in the center of the store. “I hate peach fuzz,” he said. “I’m allergic to it. Watch this.” And he took the blower and blew a cloud of fuzz off the pyramid of peaches.

Carolina Gringo,
as told to Samantha Mozart