In spring, I planted a small herb garden behind the house.At first, it was a mess.Beth came over, took one look, and told me I’d crowded together plants with entirely different watering needs.No wonder none of them were happy.I crouched in the dirt with a hand trowel and started separating them.She stood beside me, giving instructions.Lucas passed and asked whether we were having a meeting.“An emergency meeting,” Beth said. “About Susan’s gardening skills.”I laughed and threw a glove at him.That evening, Claire arrived for a visit of a few days.She looked thinner than she did on video.When she saw me, she held me for a long time.Then she stepped back and looked at me.“You really are different.”“How?”She thought about it.“You used to talk like you were waiting for someone’s permission.”I stood by the door, momentarily still.At the main house, I had been so used to watching Jake’s face.If he approved, I continued.If he frowned, I began wondering what I’d done wrong.S
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