a year.
Ezoic
Brandon turned it down.
He rented a little white house on Oak Street. Three blocks from the bank. Two blocks from me. It had a backyard with a sunny patch that was perfect for tomatoes.
He planted his first garden that May. I came over and showed him how. He made a lot of mistakes. He planted the tomatoes too close together. He forgot to water the peppers. Rabbits ate all his lettuce.
He didn’t give up.
He did one more thing that spring.
He took down the old photograph by the door. The one of George





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