“He likes mango in his fruit salad,” Leslee says. “We had it every day on St. John.” Right, because St. John is a tropical island where mangoes grow on trees, Coco thinks. On Nantucket, thirty miles out in the Atlantic, she has to go to four places before she finds a mango that isn’t as hard as a rock. However, the mango is a breeze compared to the morning buns.
