When Winter Blooms
he said.
I looked at him from across the kitchen. "Why?"
"I want to show you something."
I came, he turned the laptop toward me — a property listing, images of a house, somewhere upstate, three hours from the city. Stone exterior, wide windows, a garden that had gone somewhat to wilderness and was better for it. A terrace. A view.
"For summer," he said. "Lily's been asking about a garden, a real one, somewhere she can actually…" He stopped, still looking at the listing."I thought if you wanted to see it, we could go up. The three of us."
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