John fled in shame, clothes in hand, desperate to get away. To his chagrin, he bumped into Aunt Anita Lebron on the porch. He was stark n***d and mortified, thankful the vines cast shadows in which he could hide himself, at least a bit, from the spotlight of his aunt’s fierce glance.
Your fling not what you thought it would be?” she asked in a knowing tone.
Though Aunt Anita Lebron had a sober expression, John could tell his exploits were a source of amusement for her. She turned her back while he dressed, then brought him out to the greenhouse, where there were dusty pots of Spanish garlic and rosemary. In a corner there grew lemon thyme and lemon balm and lemon verbena. John had already broken in and explored and it was here that he and April had often come to smoke m*******a.
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