In the centre of the display, I placed a sign:
“Strong wind appears to blow both ways.”
Then I returned home and made coffee.
Ryan discovered the apples at sunrise.
His shouting woke half the street.
“What is this?” he yelled.
I stepped onto my porch.
“The wind must have been especially strong last night.”
“You did this!”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
“I’m reporting you to the homeowners’ association.”
“Go ahead.”
He had walked directly into the trap.
Mira arrived twenty minutes later. Ryan rushed toward her,
