on the end table, next to the sofa in the living room: an apple stem, and thirteen apple seeds. That is all that remains of (one of) the apple(s) that William ate yesterday.
The kid loves apples. He asks for them like most kids ask for candy. He eats at least three a day. Granny Smith.
Every time, he eats the Entire Thing, core and all. With the exception, of course, of the stem and seeds. Thirteen of them. Which he left on the end table in the living room.
