““My father used to munch on whole onions as if they were apples, I'd told her once. I thought of it as evidence of his hearty Russian peasant appetite and ways. No one who ate onions like that could have a weak constitution. A few days later, alone in the kitchen, I impulsively took a bite out of a red onion, to feel what it was like. In the bedroom, all the way at the other end of the apartment, Aura heard the crunch and shouted, Did you just bite into an onion?! Don't you even try to kiss me now! How did she know it wasn't an apple?””
