I really didn’t want Quincy to hear any of her date jokes. With Quincy sitting beside me, I looked up baobab tree on the computer. Unexpectedly, there were a bunch of sites. I popped on one that called it “the tree of life” and a photo came up of about thirty baobab trees growing in a grassy Madagascar plain. The clear blue sky behind the trees made them look strangely beautiful. “Wow!” “Yeah, wow!” he echoed. I studied the tall, fat trunks and leafy branches closely. Quincy said exactly what I was thinking: “Kinda different but very awesome.” We left that site and went to another. Quickly, I began to read. “Says they can live for thousands of years and that there are nine species. And some ancient Arabian legend claims the reason it looks the way it does is because the devil plucked up the baobab, thrust its branches into the earth, and left its roots in the air.”
