It was never a competition for me,” I said. ” She looked toward the yard. ” That was painful. Also freeing. We stood together in the cold. ” I considered it. ” Her eyes filled. ” I touched her arm. ” That word again. Build. Grandma Elena had known me. Winter passed. In spring, Marcos and I planted rosemary along the walkway beside our house. Franco complained I spaced it too far apart.
I reminded him I had a degree
I reminded him I had a degree. He said degrees did not make rosemary grow faster.
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