Zelene
The house I lived in with Dalia was one owned by my grandmother, who claimed to be a witch. But I didn't believe in all that stuff.
Like I said, I only bore credence to logical explanations.
"How many boxes are left, mom?" Mikey asked.
"Just a couple. Don't get lazy on me now."
He looked like he might drop the one he was holding already.
I had rented one half of the house to Dalia but she always liked to stray into my half. It was a big house and I wondered how my grandma was able to afford it by being a florist.
Dalia would ask, "How was your granny able to buy this place anyway? Her husband helped?"
"No. I don't think she ever married."
"Maybe there's money in selling flowers. Or did she also sell weed?"
"Go to hell, Dalia."
My mom wasn't around to ask that question to.
