Atlas and I have developed something of an inside joke where apples are concerned. It started out as a genuine concern for his health, and has slowly manifested into a game between us to see who can find the most ridiculous apple-themed item. Last week, I was thrilled to find a horrendously ugly apple-patterned tie, and he has yet to beat me. Before that, Atlas brought me a set of children’s barrettes that were different types of apples. I have quite the stash of apple gifts from Atlas, and I cherish them rather more than I probably should for what is essentially a load of junk.
