Candy Apples Books Novels & Stories

Maria teased and I smiled at her leaning my head on our joined hands “drink your juice, get some sugar inside your system before you go out with the chocolates” “I’m starting to wonder how much food do these people consume” I said taking a sip of the juice making Maria laugh. “Believe me, I ask that question to myself on an almost daily basis” Daniel, Thomas’s younger brother said and my eyes widened at the fact that he had probably heard the whole thing. “Mr. Daniel, I apologize…”

"You have been carrying around a small naturalist's volume of eastern lakes wrapped in oilcloth in the bottom drawer of your study for fifteen years." "...Yes." I made a small sound again. He did not look away from me. "...What is yours, Luna?" "A book about apples." "...Apples." "Yes. A small naturalist's volume. Forty-two varieties of pack-territory apples. Hand-illustrated. Maps of the orchards. Mira's mother gave it to me when I was nine." "You have a small naturalist's volume of apples." "In my old room. Top shelf. Behind the spare blanket. I left it in the Voss pack because it would not have survived the drive."