And at one o'clock Sharey came all the way up that lane with half a sandwich held out in front, which is how Sharey arrives everywhere.
"Half for you, half for me."
We sat under a tree with it, and Sharey made me count three good things the orchard had that the bridge did not. I thought it was a stupid question and said so, and then counted them anyway: shade, apples, and forty hooks in a line, every one of them filled, which from that end looked like a very long sentence somebody had finished.
Sharey left a spoonful of oil with me afterwards. For the orchard. Which was already done and did not need it.