Adam's Apples

Mourning the death of a friend, and of a business into which they had put heart and soul, Katie Mather and her husband Tom left their shuttered bar and came south, to Kent, in the fall, to pick apples.  ❝  Now I am standing among rows of Jonagold apples listening to the rumble of an old tractor in a nearby field.... Tom is sitting in a fold-up camping chair making some brews on a camping stove outside.... The sun shines.

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