Pawpaw

The moisturiser contains pawpaw and I like it!

Throughout the years it's gone by a lot of names—frost banana, Indiana banana, fetid-bush, bandango, custard apple, prairie banana, poor man's banana—but most of the time it's just been called pawpaw. At first glance, both the fruit and the tree seem out of place in North America.

Xavier sliced the pawpaw in half, emptying the tiny black seeds over the veranda wall.

If there were such a thing as an anticapitalist fruit, the pawpaw, commonly foraged in the wild and inherently resistant to commodification, might qualify.

She had enjoyed a happy childhood, but her one consistent ambition was to join her Pawpaw's law firm.

Finding Adam playing with his favorite toy truck on the floor beside her prostrate father. Adam had looked up and scampered to her. "Pawpaw's takin' a nap," he'd said. But Talia had known from her father's odd posture that he wasn't napping.