As Golden’s ripen
The apples ripened quickly and soon the work became routine. We worked long hours, and while we both improved, Carl continued to pick nearly a third more than I. We had little time in the evenings, and Carl did not encourage the kinds of conversations we had had until one day when the rain kept us in the cabin. We began work as usual and when rain began falling I returned to the cabin. Carl did not return and I was given the job of bringing him back to the cabin because the boss did not want the pickers climbing up and down ladders when they were wet. Carl was skirting a tree, picking the apples around the base, and he replied that he was smart enough to stay off the ladder in the rain. Only when I told him that the boss himself had told me to go out and bring him in did he follow me back to the cabin.