Adana was the always super-happy kind of person that Tanisha would avoid if possible. But it was impossible when she was your boss.
“Good morning, Nisha, another wonderful morning!” Adana gushed.
Tanisha, who’d overslept and been late dropping the kids at school said nothing.
Mid-morning Adana came in with a punnet and tipped it into a bowl.
“There. Healthy and sweet. Life is a bowl of cherries.”
Tanisha wondered why it was Adana always got the ripe ones and herself the sour. So she forgave herself for having a little smirk when Adana chipped a tooth on a cherry stone.