[There are two plates on the table, empty, holding apple pie crumbs. One chair is empty. The other holds Elysia for only a moment before she’s scooped up by Daddy and held as if he’ll never let her go.]I love you, Elysia. Daddy loves Baby so much. And I know you’re going to be the perfect young woman, and Uncle Roy will have to come over and beat ( Read more... )

Guess what's finally getting ripe? The apples! The orchard at [x,y] has plenty of apples ( Read more... )