Good morning!
I am sitting under a tree in the far apple orchard. No one comes out here because the trees are so ancient and gnarled. The apples aren’t very good, filled with worms and dents. I wonder how old these trees are, and I wonder why no one takes care of them. It seems very strange to ignore an entire community of living beings. When I see them from afar, they look like people. Old people who have lived lives, not young thoughtless people.
Yesterday Lady Durand told me that I was a pert, insolent girl. She charged up to me as if she wanted to kill me, but all she did was slap me hard across the face. Master Howard said later that there was a handprint on my cheek. Lady Durand has very good aim. I’ve slapped Master Howard many times and have never achieved a perfect handprint. I
