The story of Doctor Reefy and his courtship of the tall dark girl who became his wife and left her money to him is a very curious story.  It is delicious, like the twisted little apples that grow in the orchards of Winesburg.  In the fall one walks in the orchards and the ground is hard with frost underfoot.  The apples have been taken from the trees by the pickers.  They have been put in barrels and shipped to the cities where they will be eaten in apartments that are filled with books, magazines, furniture, and people.  On the trees are only a few gnarled apples that the pickers have rejected.  They look like the knuckles of Doctor Reefy’s hands.  One nibbles at them and they are delicious.  Into a little round place at the side of the apple has been gathered all of its sweetness.  One runs from tree to tree over the frosted ground picking the gnarled, twisted apples and filling his pockets with them.  Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.

The girl and Doctor Reefy began their courtship on a summer afternoon.  He was forty-five then and already he had begun the practice of filling his pockets with the scraps of paper that became hard balls and were thrown away.  The habit had been formed as he sat in his buggy behind the jaded white horse and went slowly along country roads.  On the papers were written thoughts, ends of thoughts, beginnings of thoughts.

One by one the mind of Doctor Reefy had made the thoughts.  Out of many of them he formed a truth that arose gigantic in his mind.  The truth clouded the world.  It became terrible and then faded away and the little thoughts began again.

The tall dark girl came to see Doctor Reefy because she was in the family way and had become frightened.  She was in that condition because of a series of circumstances also curious.

The death of her father and mother and the rich acres of land that had come down to her had set a train of suitors on her heels.  For two years she saw suitors almost every evening.  Except two they were all alike.  They talked to her of passion and there was a strained eager quality in their voices and in their eyes when they looked at her.  The two who were different were much unlike each other.  One of them, a slender young man with white hands, the son of a jeweler in Winesburg, talked continually of virginity.  When he was with her he was never off the subject.  The other, a black-haired boy with large ears, said nothing at all but always managed to get her into the darkness, where he began to kiss her.

For a time the tall dark girl thought she would marry the jeweler’s son.  For hours she sat in silence listening as he talked to her and then she began to be afraid of something.  Beneath his talk of virginity she began to think there was a lust greater than in all the others.  At times it seemed to her that as he talked he was holding her body in his hands.  She imagined him turning it slowly about in the white hands and staring at it.  At night she dreamed that he had bitten into her body and that his jaws were dripping.  She had the dream three times, then she became in the family way to the one who said nothing at all but who in the moment of his passion actually did bite her shoulder so that for days the marks of his teeth showed.