Plan Gardens
the way you’d tell someone the time. “The house is too big for one person. But I’m too stubborn to leave it.”
“It’s beautiful,” I said. And I meant it.
“It’s a lot of dust,” she said. “That’s what it is.”We ended up back in the kitchen. She sat down at the small round table by the window. She didn’t ask me to sit. So I stood.
“I’ll pay you a hundred dollars a week,” she said. “Every Thursday, nine to two. I’ll leave a check on the
Stream EDM Mixescounter. If you need supplies, tell me and I’ll buy them, or buy them yourself and leave me the receipt.”
A hundred dollars a week. Four hundred dollars a month. I did the math in my head standing there. It wasn’t enough to live on. But it was enough to pay the electric bill and buy groceries. It was a start.
