No time left to attempt a large project before editor Jacinta Bloom and entourage arrived for lunch, and so she busied herself with minor chores—sweeping the walk, straightening rows of nursery pots. She stamped her feet on the stone path, trying to shake the cold. Her fingers were numb as she pinched a few withered leaves off a passionflower vine trained against the wall. She checked to see if the yellow flower spikes of the mahonia had started to open. Just. Simon emerged from the gloom. He’d been down the hornbeam walk and now stood looking at the bed where they’d planted the tulips and set out two hundred forget-me-not starts that looked like green dots against the dark soil. “We should’ve put something in here for winter,” he said when he looked up and saw Pru. Pru stuck her hands in her pockets. “Best not to think of that now. Let’s go in.” They met Peachey coming out the kitchen door. “You go on,” she said to Simon, and accompanied Peachey to his van. “Just collecting Ev’s shopping list,”
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