“How’ve you been?” They might not be in New York and able to make the usual drive upstate to go apple picking, but the orchards of Corinth were still beautiful. The leaves were starting to change color, things weren’t as far along yet as he’d have liked, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and as they walked through the orchard, Emory was just happy to have Rowan around. @xrowansmithx












