A few days ago,
cattitude walked into the apartment, and explained that he'd just run into our neighbor Heather, who had gotten home from a hard day at work and had no milk for her tea, so he was bound on a mission of mercy. He poured about half a cup of milk into a plastic tumbler, and went out again for a couple of minutes, and observed that we'd be getting the tumbler back later.
This morning, the bell rang. I saw Heather and explained that I wasn't dressed (it's hot, and I had no plans to go back out), and opened the door a little bit. She said "Repayment in kind" and handed me, along with the tumbler, a glass bowl containing half a dozen small apples. I thanked her, told her she'd have the bowl back soon, and took it inside.
I have eaten one of the apples, and suspect it of having been picked too soon. One or the other of us will likely try another, but regardless of apple quality, the thought was kind.
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This morning, the bell rang. I saw Heather and explained that I wasn't dressed (it's hot, and I had no plans to go back out), and opened the door a little bit. She said "Repayment in kind" and handed me, along with the tumbler, a glass bowl containing half a dozen small apples. I thanked her, told her she'd have the bowl back soon, and took it inside.
I have eaten one of the apples, and suspect it of having been picked too soon. One or the other of us will likely try another, but regardless of apple quality, the thought was kind.