Forget the Apple. Have the Tree Instead
The apartment was quiet. It had been this way since Tina left. John Harding sat quietly at his kitchen table. The day's newspaper lay spread out in front of him, yet he hadn't read a single word from it. Tina had left a week ago, and he hadn't heard from her since. This happened on occassion after they had a big fight, but only for a day or two, not a week. The first moment he began to worry, he decided to c...