Grandma loved me.

She told me many secrets except one.

“What is the basket and leaves for?”

Grandma said, “For magic.”

I wanted to watch.

But grandma sent me to do something else.

“Where are they?”

“They are in my magic place,” grandma said.

Grandma sent me to her room.

I smelled ripening bananas.

I had discovered grandma’s magic place.

I had seen the ripening bananas.

I ate one.

It was the sweetest banana I had ever tasted.

I took four bananas.

I hid them under my dress.

On market day, grandma took foodstuffs to sell.

I was ashamed.

When I was called later, I knew why.

I never stole again.