Fanny Says She Knows How Little Time Is Left

I loved green apples till I lost my teeth. I still remember them though—I was about six, and I’d climb that tree and fill my bloomers up with apples for everybody to eat and climb back down again. We ate enough of them bright green apples to make ourselves green—got so sick we could barely stand then got up the next day and went back to that tree for more. I know I told that story a hundred times, but I remember that tree and all them apples like it was here now.

No, I don’t figure I’ll ever taste those things again as long as I live.