She wore her hair in the usual thick ponytail. I sat contentedly across from her, thinking how absolutely lovely she looked in her red wool shirt. The feelings that I felt for Camille continued to be far deeper than friendship, and for the thousandth time, I reined in my desires and tried to smother them with small talk about gardens and springtime.
She blew on her spoon and took a careful bite. “I planted six dozen white tulips along the driveway and some more narcissuses by the front steps. Can you believe they’re already starting to come up?”
She blew on her spoon and took a careful bite. “I planted six dozen white tulips along the driveway and some more narcissuses by the front steps. Can you believe they’re already starting to come up?”
She brushed loose breadcrumbs from her hands. Her mood brightened when she talked about her plans for a spring garden. We’d found a common interest and had shared seed catalogues over the past few weeks, circling our favorite varieties of flowers and vegetables.
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Thank you so much, Uvi! ;o)
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure Aaron! :)
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