He pulled his pocketknife through the apple, and stopped the blade with his calloused thumb. The slice went onto a small plate in front of him. He worked his way around the apple, cutting thin slices and setting them down on the plate. He set the core away from him, rinsed the blade in a glass of water and dried it thoroughly on his pant leg.
A small girl ran into the kitchen, He smiled and pushed out his chair. He lifted her onto his lap and drew the plate closer.
Her stubby little fingers grabbed at the apple slices.