58Becca observed Gaby from the rear kitchen door, as the older woman worked a raised garden bed, tending a colorful array of lettuces. The screen door squeaked and Gaby looked up.
“Morning, Becca.” She pushed salt-and-pepper hair behind both ears. “You wanna grab one of those baskets over there?” She pointed to a pile of wicker containers stacked below an overhang extending from the roof.
“Of course.” Becca retrieved one of the baskets.
“Now, you see that row of lovely butter lettuce? Next to the cucumbers?”
Becca looked at the spreading vines sporting large pointed leaves which protected the budding cucumbers underneath. Then she saw the fat rosettes of butter lettuce, tender, mild-flavored greens that were a gardener's favorite because they could be harvested numerous times over the
