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After they left, a restlessness hit us, and ent our separate ways, searching for our lightning bolt idea, hoping a little bit of Byron’s ic had leaped to us My h the stalls, not really seeing anything

"Your boss has got some issues," a voice said, and it took me a moain and again, but I was siive hihed "I think he needs soreed

"I think there’s ed "But what do I know? Let’s talk about you How’s the garden?"

I described the raised beds her men had constructed, the rows of toot to them, I told her about the metal box and the treasures we found inside

"Glynnis and Jackie think ht be a serial killer" I should have included myself in that theory, but I sensed the story was less tabloid sensational and more plain old human sadness

"Did you ask him?"

"No! That would beaard And anyway, he’s furious I started the garden in the first place"

"I say ask hiht Finders keepers It felt good to hold sorief

Mykia tossed a bundle of peppermint at arden"

"Why?"

"It’s invasive, and you’re not experienced"

"But I like mint" I smiled at her "What would a mojito be without it?"

She shotelse in control of your garden, or do you want to be in charge?"

"Well, when you put it that way" I foundand started to fill it with Mykia’s produce I chose randoof onions, the earthiness of asparagus, the childhood-randmother always made shortcake It was Jesse’s favorite

"What are you ht of it Maybe I’ll just mix all this stuff up and call it dinner"

Mykia paused before saying, "I can coh"