Gardener. Would you like a moment to order, or shall I choose for you tonight sir?” Clyde asked me. “I’ll take whatever you recommend Clyde,” I said to Nancy’s puzzled looks. We spent the rest of the evening talking, trying to make our bottle of wine last through the evening. She was surprised how well Clyde knew me and assumed we were old friends. I didn’t correct her, but the truth is, I barely knew how he knew so much about me. I’d come here on other time (without the girls) and had a conversation with him about the Sarah situation. His shift had ended, and it had been a while since the night I got her pregnant. I was able to drive again (double vision from hitting my head), and we had a few drinks. His advice was basically to suck it up, and talk to the girls’ father. The situation wasn’t ideal for most folks to wrap their mind around, but he knew many folks who lived in a sort of “plural”
What do You think about Sharing Sisters (The Gardeners)?
