When I arrived back the within-walking-distance-of-the-town-square, bungalow-type house my aunt owned I hung up my jacket on the coat rack. You shouldn’t have to wear a jacket in September, but New York State seems to have cold weather. It’s a wonder the apple trees aren’t decked out with icicles (real or fake, because I have a feeling this town makes a big deal out of decorating for the holidays).
As I began walking the short hallway to my room I saw a green-colored candy that must have fallen out of my jacket. I hate apples.
