“You stole that apple!” the girl yelled.
The boy’s face was covered in dust. He was chewing.
“You stole that.” She pointed and looked for others to also see.
“You did too.”
The day had started and it was bad. Clouds were forming early and the sun was too hot. People rushed and pushed. The cement was being filled with more and they wanted to know. The boy was chewing rapidly to be rid of it all.
“You can’t even talk. Look at you. You’re covered in dirt and you stole the apple and you can’t say more than no.” she again pointed and looked over her shoulder and they mounted.