kneeling in the polished linoleum floor of the kitchen, I held my breath and tentavlly poked my head inside the fume covered oven. sharp lemon scented fumes made me grimace as I dragged the wet sponge along the side' peeling away a layer of blackened crust. I felt usually ambitious for Saturday and had worked in the yard earlier, planning my garden. when I had finished that, I decided to tackle the oven, not questioning where the burst of energy had come from. spring was in the air, but instead of turning my fancy to thought of love, it filled my mind with zucchini seeds and rows of tomato seedlings.
I'm leaving now, mom, Gabriela called behind me.
I jerked my head free, gulped some fresh air and twisted toward my daughter. what time will you be through at the library?" Gabriela and Ange
