When Winter Blooms
Ethan said.
She looked between us. "The plan for zone three," she said, pulling her growth chart from somewhere I hadn't seen her carry it, "is bulbs, things that go in now and come up in autumn. Ms. Park found a list."
"Of course she did," I said.
"Shade tolerant," Lily said. "Because of the apple tree."
"Smart," Ethan said.
"It was Ms. Park's word," Lily said. "But yes."
Ethan put the middle three waffles on the table, they were good. Right temperature, right colour, the particular result of forty-five minutes of early morning recalibration. I ate mine, he watched me.
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