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When Sarah was a child she lived on a shtetl with her family whose job was to take care of the apple orchard. They discovered that apples were being stolen and in order to catch the thief Sarah and two brothers spent a night watching, she and the youngest boy in a ditch and the other brother perched in a tree. Dawn came but not the thief so the brother in the tree, stiff and discouraged, started to climb down. As soon as he was visible he was shot…the man who owned the apple orchard who was waiting for the thief but got him instead. Now she sits in the living room with the television on and the sound off and the cowboys and private detectives run through the corners shooting and regrouping and she doesn’t yet know because she is staring at nothing or something she is still trying to figure out, …white fingers have slid along the intricate bark, a broken boy has flown through the leaves, a shapely ear has stained the smashed apples.
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