XIV: picking and chewing

As soon as I bite into this apple I forget it is an apple. When my chops break the skin of this red delicious I am expecting to taste red velvet, with cream cheese frosting. But the sour flesh instead reminds me of the time my mother gave me an apple, with a candle in it, for dessert on my sixteenth birthday. I was sick, so I made sure it was the most delicious apple I ever enjoyed... until this red delicious. I picked this apple on Sunday, (was Sunday yesterday? Yes...) and it was the only apple I wanted, the hardest one to reach. I trusted that my sister and cousins would pick enough Granny Smiths, Fijis and Golden Delicious' for a small army so I wasn't worried that it would be my only. But this one would be only mine.