I stood at the counter, waiting to check out a few movies, still half an hour to spare until the library closed for the night. I brought the apple in my hand to my mouth and heard a crunch just as I had almost began to walk away before realizing I had left my library card on the front desk.
A man with keys hanging from his pocket pointed to my table and plainly stated, "there's no food in here."
"Oh," I said with a full mouth, "sorry."
"Really?" Sarah said, a hint of attitude in her tone.
"Yup, the sign is right on the door as you're walking in" the man with the keys reassured her.
I shrugged and we turned to leave, shaking off the feeling of the place which was rich with that snappiness of Lake Forest. As we walked out the door I examined the bite in my apple more closely, finally realizing that the things innards were an odd shade of red. The waxy, and apparently painted outside had somehow seeped through the membrane and straight to core. I cracked it open on the top of a fence spike just to be sure the dye had indeed saturated the entire fruit. My snack had been ruined twice over, and in just minutes. What do they paint those things with anyways?
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