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She had never said anything about his pulling up one of her dahlia plants – as though it were a weed – and she still said nothing about it now. Had she forgotten how many she had planted? Good for him if she had. But if she hadn’t forgotten and was quite aware of what he had done— Hmm, that was good too, good that she wasn’t recriminating him for it.
But Goines himself very much remembered how many dahlia plants there had been. He remembered every time he looked out at the one remaining plant of beautiful yellow dahlias at the back fence, how lonely they looked with their sister plant gone. And every time he looked, he felt the cold embrace of a deep sadness.
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Love Goines. I look forward to each one, very thoughtful.
ReplyDeleteRoger, I so appreciate your taking the time to say that. I of course hope that I have more than a few other readers who feel similarly. Thanks!
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