She is standing close to the tennis court fence, watching and waiting for the slightest sign from her sister.
It’s all lettuce seedlings and no soil. It looks like clover but it’s really rocket lettuce.
II feel the tension build within me. How I hate having to pick, having to make a decision when none of the options is what I truly want. But then I give in and send off the e-mail. I get a call back that it’s too late. The Universe knows - and that is comforting.
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