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Apples
Apples
"Isn't he nice looking?" his father "We'll feed them to the pigs."
asked.
"Ruth's a nice girl," said Fabia, "like "No," he said softly, sounding very
our own Filipino women." much defeated but brave, "Thanks a
lot. But, you see, nobody would
remember me now." Then he started
Before nightfall, he took me back to the car, and as it moved away, he
the hotel. Ruth and Roger stood at the waved his hand.
door holding hands and smiling at me.
From inside the room of the shanty, a
"Goodbye," I said, waving back into
low light flickered. I had a last
the darkness. And suddenly the night
glimpse of the apple trees in the
was cold like winter straying early in
orchard under the darkened sky as
these northern woodlands. I hurried
Fabia backed up the car. And soon we
inside. There was a train the next
were on our way back to town. The
morning that left for Muncie, Indiana,
dog had started barking. We could
at a quarter after eight.
hear it for some time, until finally, we
could not hear it any-more, and all
was darkness around us, except where
the head lamps revealed a stretch of
road leading somewhere.