I didn’t know then that the hiss and bubble from her mouth would soon be heard in other places, in ways I didn’t yet understand. An apple is never just an apple. Carral peeled a Honeygold, and long round coils of peel curled and fell on the kitchen table. I took a bite of a Bloody Ploughman. Even the flesh was red. ‘Bloody,’ Carral said. ‘Nice colour,’ I answered. ‘It looks sinful. I bet that was the apple Eve ate, you know, in the Bible, the forbidden fruit.’ ‘Might be. But I’ve eaten some too now. Does that mean you have to kick me out of your house?’ I held the half-eaten apple out to her.
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