Lydia touched her rainbow sherbet to the end of her nose and I leaned forward to wipe it off. “You know what I like?” she said, looking out the window of the ice cream shop. “What do you like, Lydia?” She touched the cone to her nose again and smacked her pink lips. “I like cucumbers.” “Oh yeah?” I leaned forward to wipe off her nose again. “Yes. Cucumbers.” She said dreamily. “What do you like about cucumbers?” She smiled at me with an orange goatee that she quickly erased with her tongue. “Everything.” She took a deep breath. “I like growing cucumbers, and I like picking cucumbers. I like smelling cucumbers. I like eating cucumbers. I like cucumbers cold. I like cucumbers in…