Sandra fished a fourth empty bag from her apron pocket...three full bags already lay at her feet. Jeffery reached up and grabbed a handful of apricots and twisted the whole cluster, letting them all drop together into the bag that hung around his wrist.
“Be careful not to bruise them,” said Natalie.
She lifted her niece, little Nat, higher. The little girl giggled as the tree's leaves brushed against her cheek.
“Aunt Natalie,” said Sandra. “What’s this mean?”
