"...yet nothing ever sprouted from that money tree seed." Holden rolled his eyes, deciding not to be too alarmed just yet. A teenage boy didn't tend to be seen as terribly trustworthy, especially when it came to crying gay. Might as well have seen mommy kissing Santa Claus.

He walked closer to the tree, hands on his hips as he leaned his head back to look up. "Eh! Who's up there? Come down, you're in the wrong season for apples."