He’s standing over the kitchen sink eating a casserole that Mrs. Cope from up the street brought over. Rachel Cope is . . . was . . . Start again, Ev. Rachel Cope was his father’s gardening buddy. Dad called her his pusher lady, dropping by with bulbs and cuttings and things in plain brown bags. Evan wondered once whether there was something between them. “Nah,” said his dad. “Just bulbs.” She’d offered to help Evan out with the flower beds. Was he supposed to phone her about that or would she just come? Looking out the window now, at the drenched greenery, Evan isn’t sure which are flowers and which are weeds. He’s not sure what he’s supposed to do about annuals and perennials, except that with perennials, you probably have to do it more often. He isn’t sure what to do about the lawn. Mow it probably. Or get a goat. He isn’t sure about this casserole, either. Eating it cold right out of the dish probably isn’t helping. It’s got hamburger in it and a tomato base.
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