where Tessa lives. There’s a lady who wants to lend her patio on Saturdays.”
—”This is going to turn into an uproar,” I said.
—”My dad would be unbearably proud.”
And so it was.
It didn’t become a large or famous organization. We weren’t on TV. We didn’t have uniforms, or pretty logos, or perfect speeches. The pots just kept multiplying.
