Chapter 16Huxley stood and walked to the nearest flowerbed admiring a patch of tall white calla lilies with long green leaves. He reached to touch the flowers that grew along the base of the fence.
“Uh-uh!” Jerzy lifted his cane and pointed it to the sweeper. “The gardener don't like people touchin' his work.”
“Oh, sorry.” Huxley returned to his chair.
The people at the other table looked to be bothered by the intrusion of strangers.
“We love flowers.” Sara smiled nicely. It was a lame excuse. If Huxley hoped to help Jerzy relax, the effort had backfired.
“Don't mind that gardener too much though.” Jerzy waved a hand. “He's my old buddy. I give him a place to lay his head now and again.” Jerzy scrunched up his face and whispered, “Got himself a drinkin' problem. Goes for the cure from
