Every evening after dark she’d begin to make the sandwiches.  She’d spread out peanut butter on the bread, then the sliced bananas. She’d use a whole loaf each night. We’d put the sandwiches out on the wooden platform she’d affixed to the sill of the window that looked into the towering trees behind her house in suburbia. We’d turn out the kitchen lights.

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