Mr. Glenfrankus peeled a mango with his hands. The juice got all over and was sticky under his finger nails. It was early, and that’s just how the mango needed to be peeled and Mr. Glenfrankus wasn’t to be told otherwise.
He was sleepy and the kitchen was silent, just the humming breath of the refrigerator.
“Man,” Mr. Glenfrankus said. “There’s mango juice everywhere. Better go get my hat.”