The Coochie Diaries
The air in the walled garden thickened with their perfume, a heady cocktail of honey, spice, and citrus that was almost intoxicating.
Imogen and Milo’s strange, new dynamic settled into a pattern. He would often join her in the late afternoons, when the sun slanted golden through the trees. He no longer just watched. He learned. He would kneel beside her in the dirt, his expensive trousers be damned, and listen as she explained the difference between a leaf bud and a flower bud. His large, careful hands would follow her instructions, pinching back aphids or gently tying a wayward cane to a support.
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