#Chapter 35 – Under the Apple Tree

“So,” Victor says awkwardly, clearing his throat. “How did your date go last night?”

“I didn’t think you cared,” I return. Victor is driving us to a little farm upstate, just for the day. He came to my house yesterday, returning the boys, and asked me to take this little trip so that the boys could get some fresh air and we could “have a little chat.”

I admit, I’m a little nervous to find out what this little chat is about. But overall, I’m happy on any occasion when I get to take my boys somewhere they’ve never been.

He shakes his head. “I’m trying, Evelyn.”

“It was nice,” I say, softening. “We had coffee in town.” He nods his head and the awkward silence returns. Sick of walking on eggshells, I decide to break it.

“You know, I’m not sure I knew you could drive?”

Victor frowns, glancing at me, and then quickly returning his eyes to the road, ever-responsible. “What do you mean?”

“Usually you let the Betas drive,” I say, shrugging as I tease.

“Just because I can afford not to,” Victor says, smirking. “Doesn’t mean I can’t.” With that, he hits the gas and we fly down the road. I laugh and the boys raise their hands in the back seat like they’re on a roller coaster, shrieking with joy.

That’s something about all of us wolves, it must be something innate in our DNA. We love to go fast.

As we pull up to the farm, Ian presses his face and hands to the window, fogging it with his breath. “Wow,” he says, “I can see it. I can see the orchard, I can see…a cow! A chicken! A whole bunch of chickens!”

“Let me seeeee” Alvin whines, pulling against the seatbelt that holds him into his booster seat.

“Calmly, everyone. You’ll all see it soon enough.” Victor pulls into the gravel lot set aside for parking and we both smile as we unpack the car, releasing the boys and gathering up the picnic basket that I’ve packed for the occasion.

“This is amazing,” Alvin says, looking around with wide eyes, hardly knowing where to look first.

“Animals first,” Victor directs, pointing towards a barn. “Then we’ll pick apples and have lunch.”

The boys run off towards the barn, laughing with excitement. “This is so cool,” I say, hoisting the picnic basket higher on my shoulder. “How did you know about it?”

“Actually,” Victor says, grimacing a little. “I kind of…own it.”

“What!?”

property; we’ve leased it to these farmers for generations. They’re not exactly profitable,” he says, shrugging, “but they’re

lot of apples,” I

apples you want,” Victor says passively, following the boys. He nods to a man at the entrance of the barn, who tips his hat in

and on TV. Alvin is more timid than I

cows,” Victor

it’s big enough, I ride it,” Ian says, a little mania in his eyes, which makes

amongst the rabbits and the chickens, letting them eat feed from his hand and

of there before he gets

looks like miles. Though they are planted in neat rows, the branches defy

beautiful here, Victor,” I say

loved it. These trees are

tugging on Victor’s pant. “I am hungry, can

further,” Victor says, nodding his head forward. “There’s a little hill

a short hill, settling under a gigantic old apple tree that seems to stretch itself

the leafy branches, the leaves just showing a hint of red for autumn. “This

Victor says. “But this one was here already. They built the whole farm

Appleseed planted it!” Alvin says laughing as he and Ian

call after them. “Not too

up after them. “It brings me a lot of joy to see them do

shoulder, happy with him in this moment. I let Victor stay with the boys, giving them advice on how to climb higher, and lay out the blanket, spreading out the picnic for the

up here?” Ian asks, munching

house. I’ll show it to you some day soon. But we came here a lot to learn about the animals, to ride the

want to ride the horses!”

though, we will just have a nice day.” Alvin nods, but I can see

savoring the taste of the apple, enjoying the feel of the breeze, listening to it as it whistles through the branches of the ancient tree. There is something special about this place, I decide. I can’t put my finger

bark in the

black-and-white shepherd dog pacing up the path towards us. Behind her

with her, daddy?!” Ian asks, already starting to run

no!” I shout, starting to stand up. Victor puts

still around, and still

brother. Still, anxious, I call “Let her sniff your hands first! Before you pet her!” The boys comply, and then

say. Victor nods and laughs along with me, scratching

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