Joce asked. “My grandfather manufactured helmets and he traveled to Europe several times. Maybe they met then.” “Uncle Alex didn’t go to the war. He had some disability that kept him out of it, so he stayed in the U.S. and moved money around.” “He was a banker?” Joce said, but Luke didn’t answer her. He was concentrating on his digging. She began to clean up the picnic, and she put the precious story on top of the basket. “I’m going to type this.” “Computer got a battery?” Luke asked. “Sure, it—” She smiled. “Okay, I’ll bring it out here.” As she stood up, she noticed that there were some D:/…/Jude Deveraux - Lavender Morning.… 133/176 3/16/2010 Jude Deveraux - Lavender Morning.html plants in a cardboard box in the back of Luke’s truck. “What are those?” “Some things I dug up here and there. There used to be a lot of cultivated gardens around here, and some of the plants have survived.” To her, all of them looked like weeds. “So if you’re just walking around and you see a plant, you know what it is and how to dig it up so you don’t kill it?”
