Apricot dance

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So a neighbor across the way heard my call for apricots and yessiree-Bob, come three o'clock of a hot July afternoon found me standing staring up, their sprinkler dousing their weed patch. First it was thank you for coming and how are you and my answer and I am fine and here is the tree for you and out comes the wife: thank you for coming and again, how are you? I waltzed through the stilted friend-greeting grabbing bird bit apricots off a branch then three nodding my polite hello ma'am! to the birds. Bucket filled, car key to hand I backed out, no farewell apparent, friendship a formal tux at a prom, apricots gathered, friendship tight as a well tucked bed sheet.