Nothing. He didn’t know a tomato sucker from a tomato leaf. He pulled up half a row of my carrots thinking they were weeds.
“Those were carrots, Brandon.”
“Oh no. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s all right. We’ll have carrot soup.”
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By the third Saturday, he’d stopped apologizing for every mistake. By the fifth, he was tying up tomatoes without asking. By the eighth, he had dirt under his fingernails that didn’t come out on Monday.
“My staff noticed,” he told me, grinning, showing me his hands. “Shelly asked if I’d been digging graves.”
He worked
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