froze. “Oh. Hello, dear.”
“I was just curious,” I said, leaning against the wood. “What exactly are you planting back there? I’ve never seen anything grow.”
The shovel slipped from her hands and hit the dirt with a soft thud.
“Nothing important,” she whispered.
“It’s just… every weekend, I see you out here. Mrs. Harper… what exactly are you digging for continue reading …
