Mary Clare McAllister lay Black-Eyed Susans on her husband’s grave. Today was shimmering – a bit of a surprise for October. She could smell windfall apples in the air and thought how she and Danny had gathered them last fall. She had taken a bag of them to Bridie who made an apple pie for her and Dannie. Bridie always seemed to have a bit of lard, flour, and a sugar lump and when you combine those rare items with apples you came out with pie. A perfect apple pie, so good Mary remembered watch...