Chapter 32
Six months later
Beth set the last of the clay pots on the shelf outside her kitchen window. She stood back, wiping her hands on her jeans and looked at her first garden. She had planted rosemary, basil, chives, dill, parsley, and oregano. Tomorrow, she would fill the two large pots at her feet with plum tomato and cayenne pepper plants.
Behind her, the sun sank faster and faster over the rooftops. A line of slate blue clouds had moved across the horizon, promising rain within the hour. A gust of wind, cold, tugged at Beth’s sweater and rustled her hair, as if to confirm her prediction.
She hoped her mother would make it home before the rain. Lately, the spring had been marred by thunderstorms that had come almost daily. Yet it had been a sunny day, unseasonably warm for Apr
