Papa remembers when he was a boy taking a drive out to the farms near Seville to get fresh produce. There was one farm that his mother especially liked, and the farmer would let Pa and Concha see the animals. They would buy melons from the farmer, fresh, ripe, round, wonderful melons. The farmer would slice one open for them right there, and the children would take big slices and eat them in the sunshine, while the grown ups talked about important things, like how hot it was going to get that summer.
Then they would drive home to Seville with the car filled with melons, melons on their laps, and in between them in the back seat, and on the floor, as many melons as they could fit in the little tiny Seat.
It was a summer-time adventure to ride in the car filled with melons.
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