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"Yeah, you can," Trey said, but he sounded unconvinced He finished packing the dirt around a sad-looking toet there I’ my bike"
"I could drive you"
"And ruin the show for Mr Eckhardt?"
"You could drive you, if you had a license," I said, trying desperately to keep ht "I’d let you use my car, honey Anyti the dirt farther, up to his hairline He sighed deeply, a sound that was so like his father’s that I felt Jesse’s presence "This is what I’s, the ht, even if it was faulty, found its mark I bristled "What’s that supposed to uess I thought about e said last night, and figured ht to explore things I thought you tearing up our backyard , but I think you just want to piss off Mr Eckhardt"
I studied o I would have run to the n of a chip, but now? "That’s not true"
"Sure about that?"
Was I still thinking in superficialities? I had started digging in the adrenaline rush of anger, fueled further by booze I kept on digging becauseI’d have to think about that one
"These plants will probably die," Trey said "What are you going to do then?"
"I won’t let the," Trey said as he kissed oodbye "Why is that so hard for you to accept?"
I wanted to lash out, to tell hi control issues, but thanks to some newfound wisdom I’d mysteriously acquired, I stayed silent and let him think he had the last word
After Trey left, I decided to plant the two blackberry bushes I’d bought He was right in a way--I couldn’t control the weather, pests, or the bunnies and squirrels that frequently thought they owned our backyard, but that didn’t mean I shouldn’t try The man at the nursery said the berry plants had a 50/50 shot of taking root, but I bought theh I would have much preferred blueberries Like the other plants I’d purchased, the humble blackberry was second best It wouldn’t even start producing for a year, at the least, but I didn’t care It was the thought of the up a spot
The only place it made sense to plant theainst the fence we shared with Mr Eckhardt I liked the thought of plu dots of deep purplish blue on the painted wood