“Hah! Avocados,’ he said, brightening. ‘How I love them. Cheer up, my little avocado,’ he said to me pinching my hand. ‘You know, these American girls are just like avocados. What do you think, am I right, Max? Who ever even heard of an avocado sixty years ago? Yes, that’s what we’re growing nowadays’. His avocado arrived and he looked at t lovingly. ‘The typical American girl,’ he said, addressing it. ‘ A hard center with the tender meat all wrapped up in a shiny casting.’ He began to eating it. ‘How I love them’ he murmured greedily. ‘So green - so eternally green.” NovelNew YorkFranceParisAvocadosAvocadoDud AvocadoElaine DundyThe Dud Avocado Author:Elaine Dundy