Their luscious smell filled my head, while dirt crept under my nails. My hands were sore from pulling out wee plants by their roots. The muscles in my slouched back protested. It took a lot of effort not to cry out in pain or quit digging and rest in the shade. I clenched my teeth as pride kept me going. Minutes stretched into hours, and my body screamed at me with the slightest move I made. The aching seemed to lessen if I kept myself distracted, so I took the chance to make plans for my imminent departure. I’d pack my few belongings into my backpack before taking a nap until around midnight. By then, everyone else should be fast asleep. The first few miles I could hike, or maybe even try to hitch a ride in a car. Without money, taking a bus was beyond question. To fund the flight, I was going to lift some money off people at the airport. This option I preferred to the alternative—taking money from Albert and Marie. It wasn’t only the promise to Quinn that kept me from stealing from my family’s house, but my aunt’s inevitable hurt and disappointment when she would find out.
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