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She said the apple was named after her.
In return for humongous slabs of apple pie, we children kept her orchard tidy. The rest of the garden was out-of-bounds.
She warned us about the falling-down shed.
'It's dangerous.' Her roly-poly smile vanished. 'Don't let me catch you in there.'
When rumours started about the falling-down shed I began to notice other oddities, like how Granny Smith licked children's grazed knees before applying antiseptic.
I got curious.
While she was busy making pies I crept into the falling-down shed. Behind the bath were bundles of curious children's bones.
A footfall sounded.
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