Grandma always serves chunked cantaloupe over ice cubes.
No one knows why,
and I’ve never asked.

She halves it, quarters it,
slices and chunks it.
Perfect little square pieces,
placed deliberately over ice.

In the fridge,
it can stay for an hour.
She never freezes it.
She hates freezer burn.

A spoonful of salt keeps it fresh.

We each get eight pieces.
I don’t know why that is...
I’ve never asked.