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“No more foxglove. We promise." Celia put up her hand as if she was making a pledge. "Okay. Good." Not poisoning men seemed like a smart plan. "We can always plant something else if we need it." Gram dropped that then started toward the house. "Gram." "If men behave they have nothing to worry about." She gestured for me to follow her. "Come on. You know I like to eat at six." I watched Gram and Celia walk away from this perfectly normal conversation. Heard them arguing about the superiority of green beans over broccoli as a side dish. Smelled the lemony punch of magnolias in the yard. Thought about having a predinner doughnut. Poison or not, it was good to be home.” — HelenKay Dimon
No more foxglove. We promise." Celia put up her hand as if she was making a pledge.
"Okay. Good." Not poisoning men seemed like a smart plan.
"We can always plant something else if we need it." Gram dropped that then started toward the house.
"Gram."
"If men behave they have nothing to worry about." She gestured for me to follow her. "Come on. You know I like to eat at six."
I watched Gram and Celia walk away from this perfectly normal conversation. Heard them arguing about the superiority of green beans over broccoli as a side dish. Smelled the lemony punch of magnolias in the yard. Thought about having a predinner doughnut.
Poison or not, it was good to be home.