twice.
Then I began planning.
I collected every apple that remained whole and left the damaged branches untouched. At two in the morning, I carried paper tags, string, gloves, a wheelbarrow and a large sign into my garden.
For the next three hours, I attached a numbered tag to each usable apple.
Every tag read:
“Removed from Sloane’s tree without permission.”
There were 245 apples.
I carried them carefully to Ryan’s garden and arranged them in perfect rows. I did not throw them, damage his plants or touch his house.
