On Easter Sunday, while the adults lounged lazily after an enormous pitch-in luncheon and the children ran and bounced and laughed off their Easter candy high, my dad led me into the garage to see four little pots where he had started some tomato plants …
Steve and the boys thought I’d gone completely mad when I rushed to the fence Friday evening after a band concert and dinner out. “Look, I see them,” I called out, and my three guys were completely flummoxed because I was looking toward the neighbors’ house but no one was home.
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