An Apple for the Teacher. Part 1

  We were having a nice quiet dinner at the I-don’t-care. It was a Sunday. We had just retired from being on the boat for the weekend. We went to the block with some friends. The weather was perfect. We were in the middle of dessert when Chuck suddenly got silent. I could tell something was bothering him. “OK, big boy. What's eating you? You were yourself up until a few minutes ago. So

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