Mr. Frimpong is the oldest person from church. That’s when I knew why he sings louder than anybody else: it’s because he’s been waiting the longest for God to answer. He thinks God has forgotten...

I pretended like all the oranges rolling everywhere were her happy memories and they were looking for a new person to stick to so they didn’t get wasted.

Both the two of us knew it. We watched the lie go up big and slow between us, then it burst like a spit bubble. They always burst before too long.