He nodded, understanding exactly what she meant. "I know... I mean, I've got a huge family, but they still manage to be on close personal terms with everybody. Which is probably why Ada and me were so close; we're the only ones who don't really know what to do with that."
"You're probably... I don't think she really hates me, but I don't know how I can get her to stop givin' me the silent treatment. Little brat, won't ever admit she's wrong about anything." He grinned, shaking it off. "But. Too nice a day to complain about the past, hmm? Are you hungry? I bought a few apples from the fruit stand in town yesterday... Don't get me wrong, waxy bruised cafeteria apples are good, but you can't beat the real thing." He pulled two apples from the huge pocket near the bottom of his coat, forgetting to wait for an answer before tossing one to her.
"You're probably... I don't think she really hates me, but I don't know how I can get her to stop givin' me the silent treatment. Little brat, won't ever admit she's wrong about anything." He grinned, shaking it off. "But. Too nice a day to complain about the past, hmm? Are you hungry? I bought a few apples from the fruit stand in town yesterday... Don't get me wrong, waxy bruised cafeteria apples are good, but you can't beat the real thing." He pulled two apples from the huge pocket near the bottom of his coat, forgetting to wait for an answer before tossing one to her.