“I sent you everything you said would grow back.”
She noticed the numbers.
“You expect me to plant 286 flowers?”
“No. I expect you to restore 286 memories.”
She offered to hire a landscaper and pay double. I refused.
Finally, she demanded to know what I wanted.
“Come here every Saturday until the garden is restored.”
She said she would never spend her weekends gardening.
I told her she could refuse, but then I would tell the family that the flowers she claimed would “grow back” apparently needed someone to
